Hoshor Plains a feeling that consumes

Devil is such a devil!

What he said next disgusted and intrigued her all at once. What if she could give Rakharo and his followers more of her kind? If they grew up in the culture, understanding everything about the way the Khal worked, perhaps they could be of some use. It was true that hybrids were looked down upon (and likely chased out) by the Dotharan. She imagined they would not obey as quickly.

But what if... what if the intended slaves turned out like the male standing in front of her? It went against everything she had ever known about herself, but what in this life didn't? "And what would I owe you?" she asked, knowing that nothing in life was free. Least of all the gift of life.