Nope

Slurtis slumped to the floor, his words turning into a mumble as the poison flowed through him.

Sara and Elyn bubbled with delight. They slapped each other's hands in triumph and laughed, Sara bent in two as she shook with mirth. Their training had been good, but it was still something to put it into action and take down a man - especially a man as formidable and feared as Primal Slurtis!

"We got him," Elyn gushed, beaming. "I don't believe it! The Marquess will be delighted!"

Sara crouched down by Slurtis, smiling. He could smell her perfume, a delicate floral fragrance, and he had a great view of her smooth, long legs. She patted him on the cheek playfully. "Aw, poor priest! How does it feel to lose to a girl?"

"We should tie him up and gag him before the poison wears off," said Elyn, pulling out the Marquess's special chest. She extracted a leather gag and wrist cuffs and threw them to Sara, who caught them deftly.

"Don't mind me," Sara said to Slurtis, purposefully leaning over him so that her chest was over his face. How he must be hating this! She bound his wrists and lightly inserted the gag into his mouth, smiling all the time at his baleful looks. When she stood, wiping her hands, the priest was helpless.

The door to the room opened and the Marquess came in, looking stunning in a long green dress which set off against her blonde hair perfectly. She stopped in surprise at the sight of her maids,.

"What are you....?"

Then she saw Slurtis, bound helpless on the floor, and giggled. It was obvious! The fool had snuck into her room for Eilwy's key and gotten himself captured by her two young maids! How utterly humiliating for the priest. She felt a sweet wetness between her legs at the thought.

Sara and Elyn curtsied, as if it was all part of their usual routine. "Mistress," Sara said, trying to hold back her smirk. "Do you want him here or the dungeon?"

The Marquess grinned and rubbed her hands together. "Now then, girls. That's a question I've been waiting a long time to hear."