Her voice was unsteady, off balance. "Yes, child?" Karya asked, leaning back in her comfortable chair. "You have a call, from Lord Von'hot," she replied, seemingly dazed. "Lord Von'hot, himself, not his secretary or anything…" "I'll take it from here, Calanna," Karya said, careful to inject her tone with confusion. She had no doubt their conversation was being monitored by Imperial spies. Leaning over, she carefully switched on her screen. The picture she saw next was one of decadent debauchery. Drake Von'hot was calling her from his bedroom. He was lounging back against a pile of silken pillows. Dani was kneeling before him, her blond hair draped across his lower body. Karya assumed she was performing fellatio, although it was hard to tell. With clinical detachment, she noticed the girl was the consummate professional. Nothing in her stance betrayed the fact that this most intimate of acts was being performed before a view screen. "Guildmistress Karya," Drake said, his voice filled with smug triumph.
