Ronen sneered as the girl dropped the jug of rum. That was the good stuff he had brought out for today. And worth a lot of money, and was difficult to steal.<br/><br/>"That there drink cost me a good bit of coin." he scorned. "You have the money to pay me back? No? Well then you'll have to make sure that it's properly enjoyed. Lick it up! And don't forget to get the stuff you spilt on my boot."<br/><br/>The men around him laughed harshely at the young woman. Ronen himself had to smile, his mind already imagining her knelt down in front of him on the floor. It would give him quite the sight, seeing her nicely shaped breasts spill out of that flimsy material he'd provided for her. And that skirt would give him a good view of her shapely legs and ass as well.<br/><br/>He'd need to get her a tag for that collar though. But what was he to name her? Maybe if she behaved, she would be able to keep her old name. Or he could just call her 'pet' all the time. However, that seemed more like a nickname. Something else like Noir, after her lovely hair and eyes.