Elsa approached a car on the driver's side, doing her absolute best to care. It's the fifth car she had pulled over that day, but if there was one thing that was drilled into her head, other than that off duty conduct matters, it's that the one time you decide to relax and not worry about things is when you wind up dead. Be polite, be professional, and have a plan to kill everyone in the vehicle.

The driver looked substantially less annoyed once he took the moment to appreciate her beauty. That would be the third person she'd ticketed in a single day to also ask for her number. The comforting weight of the collar hidden under her uniform was the only thing that helped her keep her composure. Men can be so unpleasant.

"I was only speeding so I'd be able to see you sooner."

She somehow managed to not shoot him. It took some effort. He moaned, groaned, and bitched when she handed him his ticket, insisting that she should let him off with a warning. She sent him on his way and returned to her vehicle.

"You really looked like you wanted to kill him," Ofc. Nedakh said with a wry smile. For the last 364 days, she had been Elsa's mentor. As much as she was looking forward to her probation finally being over the next day, Elsa was going to miss her. "I assume he had it coming?"

"Remember that story you told me? The one where the driver gave you literally the worst pickup line ever?"

"No," she gasped. "He didn't."

"Yeah. Same fucking line."

She guffawed, clutching her chest as she tried to restrain herself. "Has that ever worked for anyone?"

"It certainly wouldn't work for me." Elsa threw her head back against her seat. They'd been sitting out by this road for over six hours, and she was ready to go home.

"Hey, we can't all have beautiful women back home to make things easier. Some of us have to actually find someone to date from the pool of cretins that seem to make up all mankind." She took a sip from her coffee. Elsa could never figure out how she managed to get through around eight cups a day without winding up a jittery mess.

"My heart goes out to you. You going to finally take Anna up on her offer for a date with Kristoff? I promise, he's really not that bad."

She grumbled and set the cup back in its holder a bit too hard. "I can find my own, I promise. Besides, I prefer the scrawny nerdy type, and from what you've said he really doesn't seem it."

Elsa had to concede that. She flicked through a few stations on the radio until something passably enjoyable came on. "Any big surprise to celebrate my last day under your capable tutelage?"

"I'd completely forgotten. You mean I won't have to put up with your Beethoven ever again?"

That actually hurt a little. She knew it was a joke, and she was more than used to it, but she'd still been expecting something more heartwarming than that. "This is Chopin."

She gave Elsa a lopsided smirk. "You really think I forgot?"

Elsa shrugged.

Shaking her head, Nedakh reached into her pocket and pulled out a small box. "I was going to save it for once we got back to the station, but if it'll keep you from pouting, I suppose I can give it to you now."

"I wasn't pouting."

"Right." She places the box in Elsa's hands and watches her carefully. Elsa couldn't believe that she'd actually let herself think she didn't care.

"What is it?"

Her mentor only quirked an eyebrow at her as if to say 'I don't know, why don't you open it and find out?'

So she did. She beamed back at Ofc. Nedakh as she held up a pair of handcuff earrings. Anna would certainly get a kick out of that. She started to worry that her mentor may have figured out just what they got up to in their private time, but they were absolutely perfect. "I love them."

"I thought you might. I know they're a bit tacky for you, but come on, how could I resist? What says 'I'm a real cop now' like those ridiculous earrings?'"

So she didn't know. "I'd wear them right now if they didn't go against the uniform policy."

"I don't think I'd be able to take you seriously in them anyway."

Elsa rolled her eyes and put the box into the side pocket of her pants. "I'll have you know I'll look amazing in them."

This drew another laugh from her friend. "I'm sure."

With renewed cheer, Elsa somehow managed to survive the remaining hour of her shift. Now that it was over, she was going to miss Nedakh. After they'd clocked out, she threw her arms around the older woman. "Stay in touch, okay?" she asked, using all of her strength to keep from crying.

"It's not like I'm going anywhere, but I will." She patted Elsa on the back.

Elsa waited for her girlfriend in her car. Since by some strange quirk of luck, they'd managed to end up on the same shift, the two had taken to carpooling now that they lived together. They both had a set of keys, so she didn't have to stand around in the garage, instead sitting in the passenger seat and listening to a few more symphonies while she fiddled around on her phone.

She was startled when the door opened and Anna climbed in. "Fuck, that was a long day." Anna sighed as she cranked up the A/C. "I swear it took two hours to book that asshole. What the hell kind of weirdo gets arrested for being drunk and disorderly at noon?"

"The drunk kind?" Elsa offered

"I suppose that's true." Anna kissed her girlfriend before tugging gently on her collar. "I missed you. Today just dragged, but hey, we're finally off probation. We should celebrate?"

Elsa quirked an eyebrow at her. Nedakh totally picked up that particular quirk from her. I suppose the student became the master. "And just what did you have in mind?"

"A friend of mine just moved back to town and is throwing a party. I figured we could go?"

That was not what she was expecting. "And here I was, thinking I'd be bound and gagged while you had your way with me. A party seems so banal."

The lascivious grin gave Elsa pause. "You will be."

She blinked. "Just what kind of party is this?"

"The best kind."

~o~

When they arrived that evening, Elsa saw that her Mistress was right. There were far more naked people than at any other party she'd ever been to. A guy was parading around a woman on a leash while a few feet away a woman was torturing a man with clothespins in a rather intimate area. "There are other gay people here, right?"

Anna laughed and indicated a woman straddling another on a couch with a quick nod of her head. "Of course there are. Lyle's as gay as they come."

That relieved her a bit. Even a year into it, the scene still felt so alien to her. That may in part be due to the fact that she hadn't met anyone else in it. She supposed that tonight might remedy that, but she was hoping that she wouldn't have to do it alone. "Could we use my leash?"

"Sure, it's in the playbag, just give me a second." She knew how nervous Elsa must be feeling. She'd felt it herself when she'd first gone to a kink event, and that one had been far tamer than this one. Normally you could expect them not to devolve into orgies or any other sort of sex party. Lyle was exactly the sort that ensured they did. She probably should have started Elsa off slower, but she was really excited to see her friend again. She retrieved Elsa's play collar and leash from the back and placed them on her slave.

The second the leather touched her neck, Elsa felt better. It wasn't that she thought she was in any danger before, but now she truly felt safe. She knew her Mistress would be there for her and would guide her both literally and metaphorically. "Thank you, Mistress."

"Of course, pet." Anna lightly tugged on her hair and kissed her cheek. "Let's grab some food and I'll introduce you to anyone I recognize."

Elsa filled up tacos for each of them as Anna chatted with a grey-haired guy. He was built like Kristoff. Did all of her friends look the same? "Who thought tacos and BDSM mixed?" she asked no one in particular.

"It's a Portland thing," he explained. She hadn't even known he was listening.

"Elsa, this is Lyle," Anna explained. "He and his boyfriend just moved back from Oregon. Lyle, this is my slave, Elsa."

"Can I shake her hand?" he asked.

Anna spent far longer considering that than Elsa would have expected. Her slavery had never been a show for anyone else before, it was always just something intimate between the two of them. Based on the warmth flowing downward from her stomach, Elsa thought she may actually like being on display. She was looking forward to trying more of it. "You can," Anna finally answered.

He took her proffered hand. "It's nice to meet you, Elsa. My sub is back there somewhere. He seems to already be a hit with this crowd."

Elsa nodded amiably. Her newfound exhibitionism was not enough to get over her anxiety at this strange event. She handed Anna her tacos.

"Good girl." Anna stroked her hair, almost absentmindedly. "So, you have anything new and cool in your dungeon? I haven't had the opportunity to check it out yet."

The grin slowly spreading across his face gave all the answer they needed. "Oh have I ever. I haven't showed it to anyone yet, aside from Vinny, obviously. Want to see?"

"Of course I do." She tugged on Elsa's leash, letting her know that she was coming along. It wasn't like she'd even considered an alternative.

Elsa shoved a taco into her mouth. If she was eating, she could not be expected to hold up her end of the conversation.

"No food in the dungeon, so finish up first and then we can go."

Damn it.

When they entered the dungeon, Anna glanced around the room, looking for any sign of the new toy. "All of this looks familiar," she muses. His dungeon had always been pretty impressive, it was the only personal one she knew that could compete with hers.

"Is it this thing? The seated cross?" Elsa asked. Anna had taught her slave well.

"No, he's had that one for years. It's a lot of fun, I wouldn't mind demonstrating it for you, you wouldn't get so tired and I could just torture you all night."

Elsa blushed. Lyle chuckled. "You two are adorable."

"Damn right, we are," Anna retorted.

"What about this one?" Elsa indicated the vacuum bed. Anna whistled.

"That is new. I didn't even know you were into latex."

He shook his head. "I got that just after I moved to Portland. I guess it's new to Anna, but it's not what I was referring to. I just had the surprise installed after I moved here."

"Hm," Anna muttered. Installed would mean it'd have to be something a bit more permanent than most of what was visible. She scanned the room for anything like that, but the only items that even arguably met that definition were part of his collection before he'd moved. He still didn't even have a sex swing, and that could at least pass as being installed.

"That?" Elsa gestured towards an iron maiden.

Anna snickered.

"I'm afraid not. That was my fifth piece."

She opened the door to find a massive wall of spikes. "How would you even use this for kink stuff?"

"He doesn't," Anna explained.

"It just really ties the room together." Lyle gave the biggest shit-eating grin.

Elsa stared at the two of them.

"Thanks for the reminder though. I always lock it before a party and I forgot to. I don't want someone trying to play with it and accidentally impaling themselves. That's a good way to get sued." Lyle grabbed the padlock near it and latched the device shut.

"I give up," Anna conceded. "What the hell do you have in here that's new? I mean the collection is as impressive as ever, but I don't see anything you haven't had for years. Unless of course you're just cheating and you had to replace something and are counting that."

"Look up." He pointed at the ceiling.

Elsa and Anna glanced upward. "What's that?" Elsa asked.

"That's fucking brilliant."

Lyle's grin only grew. "That's right. Three layers of an iron lattice work, covered with suspension points, each layer of which can hold upwards of six hundred pounds. The piece de resistance. Ladies, feast your eyes and rejoice."

Elsa continued examining it, quirking her head in confusion.

Anna snorted. "For fuck's sake, Lyle. I'm impressed. That must've cost a fortune. Take it the job that pulled you back here was worth it."

"When you get hired right off the back as partner, it's always worth it."

Elsa continued considering the ironwork. "I don't get it. How do you use that?

"It's for suspension play," Anna explained. "I absolutely have to make you my little rope bunny tonight. I assume you're still cool with my shoving a few things in her while she's up there?" She asked, turning to Lyle.

"Oh, you know me. I'm never one to keep you from your exhibitionism."

"Or anyone else for that matter."

"Just as long as they use a towel and clean up after themselves."

"You are so very reasonable." Anna inclined her head in a gesture of gratitude. "I didn't bring much rope, I assume you have some good stuff for this?"

"When have I ever disappointed you? It's in the closet over there." He pointed. "You going to do it right now?"

Elsa watched Anna as she chewed on her lip., waiting for her response. "Mistress?"

"Cross first. Whipping you while you're in the air just gets awkward. Then we can grab some more food and get you nice and hydrated, before I suspend you for a while, and torment you." She tossed her bag on the floor by the seated cross.

"All right."

"Now, clothes off."

Elsa's eyes widened, prompting another chuckle from Lyle. "But, there's someone watching."

"There will be lots of people watching when I suspend you later."

"You two have fun. I'm gonna go check on my guests and grab another taco." Lyle left the two of them alone to their play.

Elsa felt significantly more relaxed. She had her leash on and she knew that she could trust Anna, but she was still a bit shellshocked. It was going to take a while to think of BDSM as a spectator sport. "Do we have to do it in front of people?" she asked, her voice a timid murmur.

Anna paused, taking in the expression on her slave's face. She cupped her cheek. "We don't have to do anything you're not comfortable with. I think you'd really enjoy it if you gave it a chance, but I'm not going to pressure you."

"Can I leave my clothes on?"

Anna sighed. She hated leaving Elsa's clothes on. It was only through sheer force of will that she allowed her to wear her uniform at work. "If you'd like."

"I mean, it's just the two of us right now, so I don't mind, but then someone could walk in any second." She flushed. Blood rushed to her face, but it rushed to a variety of other places as well.

"And how does that make you feel, slave?"

Her eyes fell to the floor.

"Look at me."

"Kinda hot," she mumbled.

Anna kissed her property, pulling sharply on her hair and biting her lower lip. When she released her, Elsa had the most pitiful expression on her face. "Is it a hard limit?"

She shook her head.

"Soft limit?"

Elsa paused, not sure how to answer. "I don't think so?"

"Then okay, I won't gag you, just say red if you want to stop and I'll immediately cover you up with our blanket, and you can get dressed in the closet if you need to. That sound reasonable?"

"Yes, Mistress."

"Good girl." She stroked her hair before tugging on it again. "Now clothes off and sit with your back to the cross."

Her back? Elsa stared at Anna. That was different. She supposed it made sense given the construction of the seat, but she wasn't used to starting with her front being flogged. That normally waited until she was in subspace. She did as she was told, but continued watching her Mistress. Anna struck her tit with a riding crop. Elsa gasped. "I wasn't ready!"

Anna silenced her with a glare. "What's the proper response?"

"Thank you, Mistress," Elsa grumbled.

"Good girl." The riding crop met her other breast, not quite as forcefully. Elsa sucked in air but didn't give any more sass. The crop fell on one thigh and then the other.

Already Elsa could feel herself growing wet. Her nipples were visibly erect, and judging by Anna's expression, she'd already noticed. She always had trouble believing just how much she enjoyed this. She had never thought she'd end up being a masochist.

Anna swatted the side of Elsa's ass. She moaned. Anna smiled at her perfect slave. It took so little to get her in the mood. A few more minutes and she'd be a desperate little slut. Not much longer after that and she'd barely be there, so lost in ecstasy that her eyes would glaze over and Anna would have to hold her for a good ten minutes if she wanted to bring her back to this world enough for a proper conversation. She did so love fulfilling her role.

Anna swapped the crop out for a whip and took a few steps back, dropping the leash. The new red welt on Elsa's breast was going to chafe under her uniform the next day. Anna so loved leaving marks. The whip slashed Elsa's stomach, leaving a scratch, but drawing no blood. Elsa shuddered, her moans already turning into breathy sighs. That was quicker than usual.

Anna gave a few more strokes of the whip, leaving a welt on her other breast before bringing it to her thigh. She was gentler now, enough that the whip would feel good even if Elsa wasn't at her most masochistic. Elsa whimpered in approval.

The whip slid between her legs, striking just above her core. Elsa's glassy eyes locked vaguely on Anna's. She allowed the whip to slide down. She wasn't going to give a proper lash there, not with this whip, but she flicked her wrist just enough for it to give a quick kiss to Elsa's lips. She promptly rocked her hips against the braided leather toy.

Anna flicked her wrist again. Elsa bucked again. Anna couldn't hold back a slight cackle. She did enjoy this power. Just as Elsa enjoyed giving it. She took the few steps to Elsa and locked her lips with her slave's, her hand snaking down and pushing a finger between Elsa's other lips. It found no resistance. Even the chair was soaked.

Elsa moaned into her mouth. "Mistress." Anna stopped any further conversation with her tongue. Elsa sucked on hers, holding it captive in her mouth. Anna raked her nails down her slave's back and pulled away. "My wonderful slave. How're you feeling?"

Elsa smiled up at her. "Amazing. I don't know why I'm always so scared."

"You're still getting used to it. I'm glad you feel good though." She gave a quick pinch to Elsa's right nipple. "Let's get some water in you, I'm planning on making you come a half dozen times or so pretty soon and I don't want you dehydrated."

Elsa's eyes focused a bit. The prospect of that drew her part of the way back to reality. "Yes, Mistress," she answered, rising from her seat. "May I get dressed?"

Anna considered this. She took hold of the leash. "No, now be a good girl and come on."

Elsa was surprised to feel just how much that turned her on. Warmth flooded her core and she yearned for Anna's finger to return. She followed after her Mistress, with her head held high.

Anna helped herself to another taco while Elsa drank some water, had a few chips, and felt quite a few eyes on her. She was still too much in subspace to terribly care, but it was a strange feeling.

Once she was properly hydrated, Anna announced "All right, anyone who wants to see some proper suspension play, come watch. I'm about to set up this sexy ropebunny and show you all how it's done."

"Make sure you put some pillows under her," Lyle added, sounding disinterested. "And a towel."

Nodding, Anna tugged on the leash and brought her slave back to the dungeon. A small crowd followed them. Decent riggers weren't exactly uncommon, but they were rare enough that it would always make them a bit of a celebrity. No doubt Anna would be tying a few other girls up while Elsa floated in wondrous torment with her holes properly stuffed with toys.

Elsa gave her a nervous look. "I won't fall, will I Mistress?"

That was what the pillows were for. "Of course not, pet. I know what I'm doing." She secured the rope over a suspension point in the center of the room, allowing as many people as possible to watch, then let it dangle as she tied Elsa's hands behind her back with the other end and pushed her onto the pillows.

She secured a leg, wrapping tightly from her thigh down to her knee, then secured it around her other leg, giving just enough slack for her to spread them. She set a few more lengths up Elsa's body, ensuring proper distribution of her weight, then pulled the dangling length downward, lifting Elsa up from the pillows with a pitiful squeak. Her eyes went wide as she found them level with Anna's.

Anna ran her fingers through her slave's hair before securing the rope in place, with Elsa suspended five feet above the generous floor of pillows. Elsa swung slightly as the audience marveled at the work. Anna could barely contain her pride, but only allowed a small smile. She set the bag on Elsa's back as she went through it, looking for the perfect toy to prolong her slave's sweet suffering.

"This will work." She stuff Elsa's second favorite vibrator inside of her, burying it to the hilt in a single push. Her favorite, the magic wand, was back home and wasn't terribly capable of insertion. "If you're good, I might put another toy in your ass. Now stay here. I need to tie up a few volunteers before I have the rest of my fun with you. Don't come." She left the bag on Elsa as she went around to several women who were practically bouncing with excitement. Rigging is always such an impressive skill.

They had already set out their pillows and Anna used a less intricate method, so it didn't take long to leave her volunteers floating in midair for their dom or domme to deal with. They could do whatever they wished just so long as her or Lyle were the ones to bring them back down. That's an easy way to injure a bunny and would be such a waste.

Elsa whimpered as she returned. "Mistress~"

"You're close already?"

She nodded.

"Good." Anna placed a smaller vibrator in her slave's ass, prompting a hiss. "Don't even think about coming. I don't care how close you are, you'll wait."

Elsa nodded, but was already tearing up from holding back. She needed to be a good girl, but it felt so good. Anna's nails raked down her back until her hand stopped at the play bag and she set it back on the ground.

"You were being very good furniture."

Elsa nodded her head.

Anna sat down on the cross/chair and watched her. Elsa's eyes widened. Was she really not going to be allowed to come? Anna had promised her six orgasms, was she not even going to get to have one? "Come."

The second the word left Anna's lips, Elsa felt herself spasming against the toys, drawing the vibrator into her as she tensed against it. "Mistress!" she screamed, as her climax racked her body, causing her to swing in her restraints. She thrust her hips against nothing, desperate for even more friction, but with nothing to rub against. Finally, she lay, spent, her eyelids lolling shut, as she floated helplessly, the toys continuing to buzz away inside of her.

Anna crossed her legs as she watched the last of Elsa's orgasm fade away. She hefted the bag into her lap and looked for anything else that could be interesting. Her feather duster. She hadn't used that in ages, not since shortly after they'd first gotten together. But first things first. She withdrew a blindfold and placed it on Elsa's eyes. Sensation play is just dull if they can see you.

The feather duster slid between Elsa's shoulder blades, down the small of her back. She murmured gently. Elsa had grown into quite the pain slut, so Anna knew this wouldn't last, but she did so love teasing her like this. She slid it down her ass and around her thigh, teasing around her core, but never quite touching it. Elsa helplessly thrust against it. "Already so desperate?"

She whimpered. "Mistress~"

"I know, honey. Are you close?"

She nodded.

The vibrators were certainly doing their job. "How close?"

"I can wait."

"Good girl." She slid the duster slowly up Elsa's belly until it danced over her nipple. She then flicked it, just barely teasing her, and proceeded to pinch her other nipple."

"Please!" She was panting, barely able to control herself.

Anna waited, counting Elsa's breaths. "You can come."

She shuddered against the ropes, swinging into Anna's arms as she whimpered her name. Anna tugged at her hair. "Fuck. That was amazing."

"Good." She did say half a dozen times. It was time to pick up the pace. She grabbed a silver bullet and some bondage tape from the bag and secured it over Elsa's clit. Immediately, she could tell that Elsa was on the edge again. She was so desperate tonight. This audience must really be doing it for her. Anna was thrilled to find out that her slave was as big of an exhibitionist as she was.

She held Elsa's chin in her hand and watched the muscle contractions in her face. She was clearly struggling to hold it. She knew exactly what she was watching for. She'd spend the last year learning each and every one of Elsa's tells. There it was. If she didn't give her permission, she wouldn't be able to resist for much longer. As tempting as it was to have to punish her in front of everyone, Anna wasn't that cruel.

"Come for me, slut." Elsa screamed, loud enough that anyone not watching instantly was. It was clearly one hell of an orgasm. Anna slapped her hard on the cheek. Elsa whimpered, but continued writhing. Anna struck her again on the other cheek and Elsa's orgasm only intensified, she gasped, moaning wantonly, unable to contain herself. Had that been one orgasm or two? "Elsa, did you just come again?"

Elsa's head hung low. She'd be staring at the floor if it weren't for the blindfold. Bad girl. "Yes, Mistress, but it started like the second the last one ended. I'm not sure it was even a second one."

Anna tsked at the poor thing. She had no idea slapping her would turn her on that much. Now spanking she'd understand, but that was certainly interesting. "I'm not sure if you've been good enough to come anymore. I need to punish you."

"Yes, Mistress," she whimpered. She was normally so well behaved. But there were people watching, Anna couldn't let her off easily.

She grabbed the iron-studded paddle. It was Elsa's least favorite toy and Anna had agreed to only use it for punishments. She'd almost not brought it, but she'd just known that Elsa would end up doing something at her first play party. It was almost like she wanted to be punished. Anna pulled back and brought the paddle down on her ass. Hard.

Elsa cried. This time it was almost completely free of arousal. Almost. She was still Anna's filthy little masochist, and covered with three vibrators. Anna decided to add to the torture. Before the next strike, she placed clamps on both of Elsa's nipples. It had taken quite a while, but eventually Elsa had fallen rather in love with them. She was going to have a hard time resisting coming, even while being beaten with that paddle.

It struck her ass again, not quite as hard, but enough to draw out a sharp hiss. "Count. The next one would be three."

"Three." Crack. "Four. Five. Six." She whimpered. "Seven. Mistress."

"Is it too hard?"

She shook her head.

"Oh. Then are you getting close?"

"I can barely hold it back."

Anna was glad that Elsa couldn't see how wickedly she was grinning. She had trained such a good slave. Even her least favorite punishment turned her on so much. She was truly owned. She struck her thighs.

"Eight! Nine! Oh, Mistress, please."

"Not yet."

"Ten! Oh my god, ten, Anna, please, please."

"'Anna?'"

"I mean 'Mistress.' I'm sorry." She really couldn't control herself. It was pretty hot. Anna was pretty confident her own panties were soaked at this point.

She struck again.

"Eleven!"

"Come."

She didn't need to be told twice. Her body shook violently as she moaned and rocked, thrusting her hips for every iota of pleasure the toys could provide. Anna grabbed Elsa's leash and pulled it taut, choking her with the collar. That always seemed to take her from ecstasy to pure bliss.

It went on for almost five minutes, leaving Elsa a shivering wreck. "Thank you, Mistress," she finally murmured.

Anna ran her fingers along Elsa's reddened ass. "You're not going to misbehave like that again, are you?"

She shook her head. It didn't seem she had the energy to move. As horny as Anna was, that was quite a disappointment. Anna let her down from the rigging and gently set her on the pillows before wrapping their blanket about her and sitting at her side, stroking her hair.

She kissed the crown of Elsa's head, and giggled when she realized her slave had fallen asleep. She could sacrifice her own orgasm. Elsa looked too peaceful to be worth disturbing.

The others in the room continued to play, but Anna noticed that things seemed to have died down. There were a lot less people than there had been at the start of the day. She wondered how long they'd been at it, and was quite shocked to find that it was past midnight.

She lied down next to her girlfriend on the hastily thrown together pile of pillows. There weren't enough people left for there to be any issue, and it wouldn't be the first of Lyle's parties she'd stayed over at. They'd likely head home in a couple hours, but that seemed years away. She held the woman she loved as she rested peacefully. She wasn't sure how any other play party could top this.

She planted another kiss in Elsa's hair and pulled her closer. Either she'd fall asleep or she'd hold Elsa until she woke up. Either way sounded absolutely perfect – just like Elsa. Her slave murmured quietly in her sleep. She was so glad they'd gotten partnered up in Academy. Things had worked out wonderfully.