The silence in the room was heavy as the glow of the disconnected holo-comm faded from Viora's wrist.
Andrea's smile widened, sharp and knowing. Her silver hair caught the dim light, and she looked thoroughly entertained by the sudden tension. "A male, Viora?" she purred, her voice dripping with the thrill of a secret. "I always thought you were the disciplined one. I never imagined the stoic Princess Viora would keep a male lover or is he a pet? Either way, he's fascinating."
"Whatever you think you saw, you're wrong," Viora said coldly.
Andrea smirked. "Oh, on the contrary, I don't think I'm wrong about this. Why else would a woman of your standing be hiding in a darkened room, speaking to the rarest commodity in the galaxy with that particular look in her eyes? In this world, a man is useless, except for being a very private indulgence. I know what I saw, cousin."
