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Her wandering brought her nearGreetings, Master
She did smile - it was her way to be friendly at least.
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noting the grace with which the slave moved. The name was fitting.it fits
leans over and lifts the Turian collar to read the inscription
I am not familure with this Kliimus that owns girl.
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looking in
Lurk
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Eyes the shade of a stormy sky noted One she'd never seen in Camp.She regarded Him with a bit of indifference and noted how other slaves thrust their breasts a bit more against the leather of their kalmaks - and their hips swayed a bit more in an effort to catch His eye.
Yes, He was handsome and looked strong - maybe even powerful - but, she would bide her time - she wasn't one to immediately fawn over every new Warrior that showed up.
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The House
Sometimes the only possible response to a thing is "well what did you think was going to happen".
browns never leaving His gaze
the girl spoke softly but loud enough to be heardshe is called larl Master
a smilec curled her lips as she regarded Him
takes the drink with a thank you
I let the slave kneel that for a moment. I looked her over and appraised her. The girl was lovely and nicely bodied. she would bring a decent price on a block given that she showed well and had the proper papers.I reached down and took the bota skin, pulling the stopper with My teeth and spitting it out, I squeezed the skin shooting the brew into My mouth. It was wet, It was good quality, and the first that I had drank in many days.
Looking at the slave
what are you called
Cabin
In My Cabin
Continuing on My path …………
Newly bathed - and squeaky clean - the feisty slave entered the Camp proper then paused to glance over those gathered before moving among them - and along the edge of the central fire.Strands of darkness shone in the light of the fires, bouncing against her back with each step. Her skin, now a shade of light brown thanks to the rays of Tor-Tu-Gor, was smooth and soft to the eyes - and to the touch.
Her voice lifted sweet, carried across the gathering as she greeted each Free with a smile.
sensing movement and looking up as I see the sweet bodied slave that I had sent for returning. The Turian style collars while still engraved with the owner of the slaves name, were harder to read then the collar of the slaves in the rest of lands