No, that's not who you are

"Getting up from the bed you wrap a sheet around you like a makeshift toga and turn your attention to where Lady Relia is waiting with obvious impatience. Her displeasure is not your concern, however her stubborn pride and sense of superiority does offend you.

"Your **** here thinks that I should take you next." You have the satisfaction of seeing Lady Relia's expression change from one of disdain and irritation to shock and alarm. "I think she'd like to see her mistress held down and **** by a lowly free-Rider." A look back at recently fucked **** on the bed the bed is met by wicked grin, "you should think carefully about how you treat these women, My Lady, even if they are only slaves. You never know when your situation might change."

"Don't do this." Relia whispers as she backs away from you until her back is against the wall. It would be so easy to overpower this young woman, especially with the help of her slaves. So easy to hold her down, cut away her clothing and pull open her legs and - Damn! Dismissing the temptation with an angry scowl, you turn your attention back to the matter at hand.

"You are safe for now, Lady Kiriakolis." You concede as you move closer to her until like before you can feel her breath on your lips. "The gemstones you offered are enough to buy your freedom." You see hope spring in her eyes and you lay out your position as succinctly as possible before she misunderstands. "You are asking a lot, My Lady. What if I fly you away from Athenapolis, and once well clear of the area controlled by the United Armies I will set you aground."

"No!" You are having trouble looking away from the clear eyes of your employer, "Please, you must take me to the United Army camp." Lady Relia is insistent. "It could take days to get back to their camp on foot and by then it will be too late." This woman is brave as well as beautiful, most people would object to being dropped off all alone and at the mercy of the elements, wild beasts, brigands and slavers. Lady Relia seems more concerned by the need to ward the Lord Marshal of the attempted coup than her own safety.

"Perhaps you're right, Lady Kiriakolis, I think you may be, but I must do what is right for me and my drake." Relia must hear the uncertainty in your words because she places her warm hand on your chest making it even harder to think clearly. "The Lord Marshal might well protect you if your information proves true, but remember, I flew against their drakes. I shot at their Riders, I probably killed or wounded a couple of them." From out side the sound of the invading forces is impossible to ignore any longer, but to your relief you see the last of the overhead wires twist down to the ground.

You turn to the noblewoman, "We have to leave as soon as possible. You can join me or not as you wish."