Wheeling Gull Isle the beatings will continue until morale improves

;)

she had not expected the relative warmth with which ferahgo approached her -- it was as if his rape of her had never occurred. touched with ice by this development, erzsébet nevertheless gave a gentle shake of her slim muzzle. "none at all, captain," she purred, glancing up at him from beneath lowered lashes as she came close to lave his chin respectfully with her tongue. 

a fit of pure wickedness grasped her then; the countess drew away. "perhaps there is something, after all. have you seen habit as of late? he asked for my presence." her words were vaguely suggestive; she smiled glibly at ferahgo and awaited his answer.