Lion Head Mesa You're staring while I'm blinking

There were times Tavina held that look in her eye, and that tone to her voice. Moments where the lesson was more important than the feelings between them. It was not so hard to see or hear from this, a stranger, except for the demand. Nazli didn't want to speak of it - this heinous use of her body, this co-opting of her freedoms.

She felt a wave of resistance. Her spine straightened. She thought of how free and strong she had felt within Mereo as a mere guest! And now, now she was to give all that up again. To be used.

I am here because... She wanted to resist and feel that strength return to her. There was no way, here, now, like this. The iron in her spine slowly melted. I am to learn the arts of pleasure, of... the true uses of a fellahin.

Oh, how she wished she'd run when given the chance.