A Mask's Truth

Selen's spirit wished she could interact with the material world to turn a chair over, sit, cross her legs, her arms, and enjoy the spectacle happening right in front her.

"My liege, may I speak against your order?" Treni feigned a subdued, shy voice.

"It will not make any difference, but you may."

"Me and the other gods made a vow, long, long ago, never to teach that tongue to any humans."

"Of course you did. You didn't want humans to have power over you. Now, teach it to me."

"Yes, my master." Treni knelt on her cushion and bowed. "Could I ask for a favor first, my liege?"

"What is it?"

"I beg...if it please my master, to kiss me."

Rudsis had to sigh. Not because he was moved, but because he didn't feel like putting up with this femenine nonsense. "Come here."