"That's impressive."

Heee. "I'm pretty awesome, yes."

Giggle.

Kiss!

Kiss!

"How can I aid your work, mistress?"

"As a spy," she murmurs, "Or a bodyguard," kiss, "Or an exceptionally trustworthy lieutenant... As a political symbol..." Another kiss. "Whatever you are good at, I will put you to that use."

"I will make myself into whatever you require."

Kiss. 

Very kiss.

"I want to discover all my skills with you," she says.

"Mmm, then let's get working - we can investigate fighting next, just hand to hand, if you aren't too tired."

"I think I'm fresh enough, mistress."

"Perfect." They can make sure a nice wide circle in the middle of the room is clear of furniture and discarded clothing, then...

Berenike's got the same instinct for fighting as for dance.

Fun.

Seshen, of course, is better than her - but Berenike challenges her, and has her laughing, and gets her nice and bruised before she finally manages to pin Berenike to the floor.

She grins, panting.

"You got me, mistress."

"I did, lovely girl." Kiss!

She pokes one of Seshen's bruises. "Though I got you too..."

Pleased shiver. "You're very good."

"Not quite as good as you."

"Appropriately so," she murmurs.

She wiggles happily underneath her mistress.

That deserves another intense kiss.

That leads to more wiggles.

She thinks she'd like to add a bloody lip to Berenike's other injuries...

!!!