The area was loud and boisterous, men drinking wine and women wearing barely there sheer dresses dancing around and providing entertainment for the men present. One man in particular looked to be quite bored with the festivities as he sipped his wine. He was of obvious importance, for his robes were made of the finest fabric, a white with dark red, a golden circlet sat upon his head, and  the cup he sipped from looked to be pure silver.<br/>Lavish decorations and over extravagant furniture adorned the area, where many a men in finer clothing were taking part in the festivities, eagerly drinking the wine, enjoying the women, and laughing at crude jokes. It was lewd, how some of the women were being taken right there for everyone to see, but the man with the pure silver chalice paid no mind to it, he was used to such dealings after all.<br/>Ah, but here was a prize. His dark gaze locked on the man pushing a young woman along, her rags she wore torn beyond repair, dirt, blood and other unknown substances adorning the cloth. The man stepped away from the others, ignoring the man and woman who were writhing against each other in ecstasy on the table only a few feet from where he stood.<br/>He was about 6' tall, with a lean yet healthy figure, maybe of the age of 30. He had short cropped dark hair.<br/>"This is her then?" He asked as he raised a brow and set the cup down, his hands were adorned in rings that flashed with jewels and he wore a pendant, holding the royal crest that was also made of real jewels. His dark, almost bored gaze looked the woman up and down, studying her intently. Give her a good bath, new clothing and she would do just nicely for his purpose.<br/>"She has remained untouched I assume?" He asked, very nonchalant. His orders had been specific, she<span style="font-style: italic">would</span>remain untouched, and if she wasn't, well he had his sword, and the slave keepers blood would look quite nice on it.<br/>He was hurriedly assured that the woman was, in fact, untouched. "Good, good." He murmured as he studied her for a bit longer.<br/>High, feminine moans mixed with low male grunts filled the air as the couple fucking on the table started to reach their release. "Here is your payment." He said as he snapped his fingers and a bag filled with coins was placed in the mans palms.<br/>He held it out, dangling it like the prize it was and watched with satisfaction as the slave-keeper stared at it like it was the royal crown itself. Was that drool coming out of the mans mouth? He tossed the coins and shook his head in slight disgust as the other man scrambled to pick it up then with thanks turn and ran back to wherever he had come from.<br/><span style="font-style: italic">Ah yes, right there, yes! Yes!</span><br/><span style="font-style: italic">You like that?</span><br/><span style="font-style: italic">Yes!</span><br/>The man sighed and rubbed at his temples, clearly growing annoyed of his company. "Come along slave." He said to her as he beckoned her to follow him as he walked down the aisle and into a room where two other servants sat, waiting dutifully for their orders. "You will bathe her and adorn her in new clothing, nice clothing. Feed her as well and show her to where she will be sleeping. She has a special purpose after all."