There was a sadness in her eyes that belied the smile on her lips, yet an expression of determination on her face…as though she did not like where she was nor what she was doing but committed to the task or mission she had chosen to perform. She waited quietly to hear whatever command my voice would provide, but I just kept looking at her. She just did not fit in yet her beauty was undeniable. My mind raced from thought to thought trying to make sense of my suspicions, finally I spoke in a deep authoritative voice, “Dance” I said…her face went blank as if totally surprised by my words but in due time she rose up, responding “yes Master” and began to dance in front of me.
(This may not be aceptable to Buzzen If taken you will know why)
The beat of a drum begins the sounds of the czehar chime in, the soft expressions of a flute fills her awareness, excitement floods through her! Shimmering thigh turns to point her toe into the tiles, graceful hands slide up her breasts to raise high above her head, her breath pulls in deep as she inhales the music.
The slave’s slender hips roll gently; round curves turn slowly, accentuated by the intimate glow of the firelight licking over her flesh, eyes sparkling with joy gaze out to the setting sun. The rhythm of the music blends into the air; small frame sinks down onto the Tavern floor kneeling before me: Strands of silk caress down the curves of her back, kissing upon the moons of her round ass, every ounce of her slavery oozes from her soul…(copied)
As she continued to dance and gyrate I let my mind drift to the image of someone else…watching her dance instead of mara…
My expression changed to one of emptiness built on a void my heart could not fill…she was gone…her life snuffed out by a twist of fate and the reality that was yet in my mind still so unreal. As mara danced the Se lah dance in her attempt to seduce me to an alcove, all I could see was another… as the dance finished my attention returned to her and I felt as though I had disrespected her seduction, so I placed a gold coin on the table as I stood and left…
I awoke the next day in the guest cottage Jocobed’s residence, as light from the morning sun streamed through the window. As my eyes grew clear I saw elsa standing at the foot of my bed, she spoke as soon as she saw my eyes open, “goodmorning Master I am here to serve you” “Thank you “ I said and directed her to get me some clean leathers as I had much to do this day.
“Yes Master, right away” She went bout doing as commanded and soon I was on my way for I was going to the Wood Workers House on Vendara for I had ordered 200 crates and today was when I was picking them up. I told Scythes to make them strong but plain not giving Him any information as to what I planned to put in them… with a sigh of relief I had avoided involvement last night I moved with deliberate speed to leave Port Kar for I knew the work would be finished.
