Viktor’s smile slowly faded as he remembered exactly why he was here. That and now he felt conflicted. So soon was a Monster willing to help and for nothing in return. Or, well, not anything in return for now. But he couldn’t reveal his true mission. Which was hard since it was one of the few things he could remember clearly.
"Is something wrong?" Maria asked, noticing how Viktor's smile was fading.
The Wight took a sip of wine and leaned her head onto Francesca's shoulder. "But if you really must know, you're tied for second favorite with Zylie."
Francesca chuckled, "I can see that" she said.
"In fact, I imagine that I'd you decided to say... Take it upon yourself to please your mistress, that she wouldn't mind if at all." The Wight said, finishing her wine.
"Hmm... Maybe you could massage the tension out of my body..." The Wight said, giving Francesca a sly smile. "Or something a bit more personal."
"I'm not opposed to either" Francesca said, opening her eyes and returned the Wights smile.
"Good... Khefra is a poor masseuse, and Zylie just didn't have the interest." The Wight said. "I plan to try something like this with Esme when I next meet with her."
"How do you think she'll react?" Francesca asked, curiously.