"Alright seems silly but if that's how it's done. I guess I'll sound like a house cat with a bell full of money." She teased with a roll of her eyes. Some customs just made no sense despite the diversity.<br/><br/>His response about earth made her frown a bit. She missed it dearly. But perhaps that was because she hadn't been here very long and she was fighting the culture every step of the way. She smiled at Sasha who seemed comfortable. The real test would come tomorrow if she could remember her way to the gate or not.<br/><br/>She took the dishes and washed them drying them and putting them where she had found them. She'd rearrange the kitchen a bit later it wasn't quite to her liking.  But that was a personal preference thing.<br/><br/>Once again when he invited her to the bed she steeled herself and felt herself walking mechanically. "You know the floor is just fine for me I'll go cuddle Sasha." She suggested hoping that would be okay. She knew it wouldn't and sighed softly. Sooner or later he'd want to use her for what he bought her for.<br/><br/>It wasn't for the lack of his good looks. No it was because of the fact that he owned her it wasn't her choice. She didn't like that, she could possibly say no. But she wasn't sure. She was a Pleasure slave, it was her job to pleasure her master however he saw fit.<br/><br/>Tentatively she sat on the bed, her muscles still straining. Thankfully the bed was larger than. The bedroll, and a bit more comfortable. Her hands ran along thebfurs, soft and delightful. But at least while he was gone tomorrow she'd be free to be herself and not his slave right? Then she mentally cursed no there was Ellen, who'd be teaching her the ways of being a Pleasure slave. As well as the language. She had to admit knowing some of the language would be helpful. She spoke a few different languages but Gor was not one of them.