smiled thinly

bold wench you are. I am Tuchuk.

motions with My hand all about the camp

My father was Maclaw Commander of 1000, I am Hondo the new commander of his 1000's

drinks a little longer

I get all that

*s*

greetings kajira. I have paga and now I need bosk

hearing the soft voice, I glanced over to see another kajira. This one as well curved and pretty as the first, her curves were well displayed as she was clan kajira in the ways of the wagons. she too would bring an excellent block price in any city slave market. Here in the wagons she would easily bring no less then 6 bosk on her looks and body alone. With the proper skills and training that would double or triple many times

Drops in for a nightcap

feeling His finger hook the collar at her throat and lifted her so that He might read the name written in Gorean script

my Master is Kliimus. You will meet Him soon enough Master. Heq was fine there was no doubt
there would be many slaves vying for His attention.
larl might be one of them...giggled to herself softly

what tribe do You belong Master if larl might be so bold?

Cabin
Nothing seems of interest tonight.

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Her wandering brought her near

Greetings, 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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