“Jade, my name is Jade.” She said without waiting to hear his suggestions. Keeping her face turned aside, she waited, listening for his next movement. She was prepared to run for the door, but forced herself to remain still.<br/><br/>Out in the great hall, the men were wagering that the Captain was rogering the new slave right now. Some said that he would wait until the middle of the night and others said, it would be in the morning with the cock’s crow. Ribald jokes circulated that the cock indeed would crow when between the thighs of the pretty hen. The night progressed and the idiots there began to bang on the table with their tankards demanding ,<br/><br/>“Breasts, thighs and legs! Breasts, thighs and legs!”<br/><br/>The exhausted cooks came from the kitchen to see if these guests were serious and they were as much as drunken fools could be serious. The cooks were slaves as well and knew that to deny the guest was as much folly as denying the Captain so they went to the yard to gather fowl.<br/><br/>Some of the serving wenches, coming around with rum, were commandeered to sit on laps and allow the men to drink from their cleavage. The girls were as exhausted as the cooks but they also had been schooled to never refuse the guests. Beatrice walked the floor making sure the girls complied but that the men did not do any physical harm to them either. Slaves were expensive. As long as the men only took the girls to a secluded alcove and allowed the girls to serve them, then all was well. However, if a man liked his service rough, then Beatrice would step in for El Senor did not like his girls battered or bruised. He shared nearly everything he had with his men but Beatrice stopped as the two girls with the golden chains on their ankles were dragged off to an alcove protesting that they  were specifically reserved for El Senor.<br/><br/>Beatrice ignored this, for she knew that El Senor had interest only in the novel and the new. They had been replaced.