May. 16th, 2012

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They were in a small suite at the main building of the House Duras estate. It wasn't... so bad, in and of itself. Of course his cousins were discount goods, and B'Etor's apparently most recent lover leered at her no matter how clean she kept or frumpily Klingon she dressed, but that was irrelevant; the only thing that got to her was how much her master hated being here, even as briefly as this.

Her hands kneaded into his back that afternoon. It felt as if months of her work had been undone; he was so incredibly tense.

"Master," she asked quietly. "Where can I go while you're at dinner?" She didn't want to make a single mistake.

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