Inside the Great Hall
Addressed by the Ubara, the girl, kneeling in her tiny sleeveless white tunic, caught herself, feeling her heart quicken at being asked a question by the Ubara herself.“Mistress…” the girl began, her head held high but her eyes lowered.
“Only from what the city slaves have been gossiping about, Mistress…That the Ubar of Schendi is on his way but seems to have made a temporary camp beyond the gates, Mistress… Other than that information is scarce, Mistress. Forgive a girl, Mistress” she said softly, realising the paucity of information was probably not what the Ubara wanted to hear.
Grabs a cold bottle of Coke, cracks it open and brings it over to you."Your Coke, dear Sister."
Smiles and plops down next to you.
here
Erm... How about a coke please?
"Well, sometimes you just don't wanna sleep."Shrugs.
"What can I get you to drink?"
Returns the hug most warmly and kisses youI'm ok. Surprisingly still awake.
"I agree."Smiles.
"How are you, Sis?"
Hugs and kisses you.
I only ever give you good compliments
great,
we all love a party
Welcome!
"Goddamn right I am! And proud of it!"Smirks.
Arriving
Welcome and hopefully you have some fun!
Slut...
Inside the Great Hall
~absently taking the chilled goblet.. but then noticing which girl had brought it.. a soft spark in brilliant blues as a smile slowly tugged at a lipcorner~teeza you always seem to know the gossip. What have you heard about the Shendi in the city?
~nibbling a ta grape, but more interested in the information the slave might have than food now~
insecure Men, have to hide their short comings, with multiple women..wants None--
Trickles on in here. Relieves Mufzu of her post behind the bar.
Is here
no Raff, they are all
participating
Inside the Great Hall
The girl soon returned, walking swiftly with the rapid, short steps of the trained kajira, as though her ankles were chained. Kneeling gracefully, the girl placed the tray upon the floor and began to place the plate of grapes and squares of cheese upon the low table at the Ubara’s side.The girl then carefully poured the chilled juice into the goblet. The girl served unobtrusively, as slaves must. Rising to her feet, the slave stepped back three small paces before going to her knees again.
She would wait, knees together, palms on thighs, her shoulders back, alert for the slightest gesture.