<span style="font-size: 15px"><span style="font-family:Open Sans">“The others.. they are not,” Altair spoke of the slaves that he'd traveled with, unease rolling around in the pit of his stomach. “We are trained to serve one master in many things. Some are interested in what we can provide behind closed doors, so yes, I've experience with what you speak of.” It didn't mean he wanted to serve this captain, or any of the others aboard the ship. He flinched when he was smacked.<br/>
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“I imagined that you had more interest in selling me, and it's something best to be discussed with my future master. Stripping me isn't going to tell you what you want to know,” he went on, not unless this captain had the ability to decode their specific, and often times, unique brands. Despite tasting bile in back of his throat, he remained where he was, forcing him not to recoil from what the man was implying. The last thing he wished as to be passed around.<br/>
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“I am not some common whore,” Altair tried to make clear. In Dusan, consent, even with a slave was favored. Usually there were times of flirtatious games before anyone gave into temptation, allowing for both individuals to get more used to one another. Altair himself was fond of sex, but not when it was used as a threat. He'd slept with foreigners before, and some had their appeal. There had been horror stories of others, told to him by other slaves, and he hoped that the Captain wasn't set out to make one of these horrors a reality for Altair, because he knew it was within his realm of capability.<br/>
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“Where are we headed, if I may ask?” Altair wondered, hoping to both know, and to change the subject. Most likely, where they were going would be where he'd be offloaded, so as to make a quick and tidy profit.</span></span>