When he touched her face again without thinking she nuzzled it. The callouses on his hand rough showing how hard he had worked since arriving. But the warmth if his hand was welcome as the wind had turned colder the further the fun ducked down beyond the horizon.<br/><br/>She nodded she had felt so exposed in the slave position. Like a piece of meat, she had learned all three before they sold her. "I remember. It was all they taught me. Slave position, don't talk, and three to the left." She almost whispered. But she happily accepted the stew and a pastry resting the pastry on her leg as she knelt normally to eat her stew first. For being pregnant dehydrated it sure was tastey, rich in flavour. It reminded her of the stews she'd make for lunch for herself at work. Sighing and looking down those days were long gone. "Why expose yourself so much in the slave position. Should that not be for your master?" She inquired after a moment. Not that she approved of the master slave dynamic but was curious the reasoning.<br/><br/>She finally took a bite out of the pastry and an appreciative moan of the delicious food escaped her lips. One thing was for sure on Gor food was delicious. She noted only one bed roll and dread filled her stomach. She'd have to lay with him tonight hopefully just sleep.  "No tent?" She inquired. But then realized that Midnight probably could not carry all that weight and the two of them.<br/><br/>She wasn't ungrateful and once finished her stew she rested the bowl easily on her lap to finish her pastry holding it in both hands. They had fed her but not quite as well before she was sold. "Is this the capital, this Ar? Is there a capital?" She tried to make conversation. That was part of her job now wasn't it? If it meant avoiding sex with him tonight she'd happily converse. The flickering flame of the camp fire becoming their light as the moon began to shine above them. She looked up and appreciated the stars.<br/><br/>Living in New York most of her life she didn't see stars frequently. But out here without pollution there were stars for miles. She watched them dance in the night sky and sighed wistfully. Tugging at her collar to readjust it.<br/><br/>"Is there any way to get a more comfortable collar? This one feels so restrictive." She pointed out. Metal generally made for poor movement and it was quite snug against her skin. "Does it ever come off?" She inquired. Yes she was shooting question after question at him but she needed to know how doomed she was. Ar was coming up. The mention of hand feeding wrinkled her nose. She was capable of feeding herself and had been for a long time what was the point of hand feeding someone and why was it the master feeding the slave? Shouldn't it be the other way around? The thought of him being fed by her was repulsive though. Quickly she pushed that thought from her mind.<br/><br/>As the night chill began to hit the air she wrapped the remaining fur around her as best as she could still sitting on it. Goosebumps had formed on her skin and she shifted closer to the flames to keep warm. Without clothes it was easily more chilly for her than it was for him.