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Nalana glared at Lukor as she ran a hand along the blade of her shoulder. "As you wish." She whispered as she turned her back to him, the design of her dress revealing her shoulders in full. She did not like pain, no sane person did. But she knew of it's uses. Her red skin would bare that scar for the rest of her life. It would ruin her appeal. She shook her head violently, she had fallen back into the slave-mind again.