**Wildfire—Audiomachine**
Ember stood rooted in place for about a second, watching the uniform-clothed maid struggle and writhe on the floor while Lucien Belmore forced her. It was only when the true horror of what she was witnessing sank in did she react.
She walked up to Lucien without thinking twice, shoved at him, then graced him with the sting of her palm.
His head whipped back as her palm connected with his face, then slowly, he turned back to take Ember in, an ugly sneer marring his ugly face.
"I suppose this slap of yours is not your way of inviting me to dance with you." He gritted, approaching her violently.
Ember breathed hard, panting from the kind of anger that made her vibrate so badly.
She glared at him. "You guessed right," she gritted at him, "this slap of mine is me showing you that as far as ranks go, you're far beneath me. As such, you should never commit such a blasphemy before my eyes!"
