The rooms outdid any Hollywood production for sheer sybaritic elegance. Sin chose a couch and sank down with a languidness that did not fool Margaret in the least.
"Don't you want to thank me for saving you from becoming Wor's plaything?" she asked slyly.
Margaret decided on boldness. There was too much similarity between them for any successful deception as to character.
"Wor might have made an interesting plaything himself," she retorted. "But he is yours?"
Sin put her head back against the cushions. Her high, brittle laughter contained a trace of malice.
"Oh, I must read his thoughts when I tell him that," she said. "Earth Woman, Wor likes to consider himself rough and masterful. He's a mutant savage, you know, and if it were not for the Luvans of Great Sasso he would be only—"
"But he's yours?" Margaret broke in.
Without rising Sin assumed a regal posture. "All who serve Great Sasso are mine."
Margaret raised her eyebrows but said nothing.