Their conversation ceased as she entered, and every eye was on her. Quentin managed to take a cool, indifferent pose perhaps because he'd had her before and would against. The other two, though, were thoroughly interested in the swell of her barely-hidden chest and the beauty of her legs, stomach, face and that precious barely covered mound. When she sat the latter at least was somewhat hidden from view, but still they gazed with the hunger that only a hungry animal, or horny man could have. Lord Stayan in particular looked like he might simply jump her; his tongue ran over his lips and he put his drink on the large table purely so that he could rub his hands together greedily.<br/><br/>"And who's this, Quentin? New girl?" His eyes briefly left her in exchange for him, but it was such a flicker of movement that he might as well not have bothered.<br/>"Indeed it is, my dear fellows. I bought her from the auction just this morning... She's not exactly 'housetrained' yet, but she will be." He set about the task of pouring more brandy into each of their glasses. He knew her flaws, and a little booze would make both men somewhat less able to find her all-too-low limit.<br/>"She's very lovely... VERY lovely indeed! You always did have an eye." It was Lord Stayan again; the other, elder gentlemen remained tight lipped. He watched her still, but his grey features gave nothing away. "How much did she set you back, ey? Is she, uh, is she for sale?"<br/>"Oh... More than I care to mention." She was sure her master's chest puffed up a little, proudly. It always felt good to flaunt how much he could spend, with so much left in reserve too. "And no, at least not yet. I will keep her a while and break her in."<br/>Lord Stayan's face fell. "Oh.. I had half hoped... Oh, nevermind, nevermind. We are not here for business! So; what first? Your feast, or your fuck?" He grinned as broadly as his small mouth ought to, and then some.<br/>"I thought both together. Sir Mathias?" Quentin turned his attention to the more austere fellow, who nodded, pushed a very forced smile to his lips, and moved to take his seat. The fat man also waddled toward hers, but Lord Quentin came brushing past the girl. He dropped easily to a knee, a rather smooth and fluid motion, for just as long as it took to give the girl her orders.<br/><br/>"You are to crawl under the table, and see to any cock that lies bare before you, with mouth if possible, and your hands if need be. If anyone gives you an order beyond that, you look to -me- for confirmation, okay? I am your master, not these pricks, and it will be I who gets the first use of your dirty cunt." His voice was low, though the other men weren't much paying attention anyway, and so suddenly Quentin's usually charming, warm demeanor was gone. This was man that didn't truly -like- anyone; he knew people who were useful, and people who were not. These men were useful, so he charmed them. She was replaceable, so he beat and taunted her. "IF you embarrass me, I will flay your pretty white skin til I see your pretty white bones. Yes?"<br/><br/>He didn't wait for an answer, instead raising to his feet and moving to the butler to share his orders - presumably less forceful, threatening ones - and deploy the men to bring in their meal. Only then did he return to the party with a broad smile and an apologetic bow.<br/><br/>"I believe you were telling me about your party last Saturday? I would be -thrilled- to hear about how the whole sordid business concluded!" Even Stayan's attention slipped away from her now, at least, for the time being.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>