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Oh, my, you’re a noisy little whelp aren’t you?

Kasmut watched the newcomer with ice upon her features. The only sign that she cared for the words she shared was the ghost of a smirk that toyed along the fair pink of her lips. The girl Belen seemed to have found some of her senses, but it was a pity that the girl was much too late to do anything about her circumstances.

You should be honored, girl. The Pharaoh has selected you…

The pale figure frowned at once. When she recognized her own irritation, Kasmut turned and selected a rather grotesque looking hunk of meat to offer to Belen.

Eat and we will bathe you when you have filled your belly… poor little starved thing.

The sweetness of her smile was as good as a lie.