"Harlot?" He chuckled, though the way he leaned forward compressed his chest enough that the sound wasn't quite as booming as it might have been. "Very particular language... You can almost tell you used to be a lady. But you're not anymore, Whore, and you're not a -harlot-. You're my whore, my slut, my cumdump, my cunt or my pet... Anything else that comes up, too, but for now they will do. So... Ask again." Yet again he didn't sound angry; maybe it was because anger was hard to find in a bath, particularly one as warm, deep and luxurious as this. Insistent, though, and he didn't even consider answering it til she repeated the question except with her station in life replaced with one of his far more derogatory terms.<br/><br/>"I bought you because you're worth more respect. Everyone owns slaves now; few own former-noble slaves. Then there's the fact that noble-girls often haven't cum before, never mind on the cock of a man. Top all that off with a bit of business use; I'm sure various other nobles in the city would die to get in you, and while I don't care much whether they'd die for it or not I -am- rather more interested in how much they'd pay - or what business deals they'd strike - for the opportunity." He seemed quite content with the sound of his own voice, and once he'd started talking the words rolled easily from his silver tongue. "That and you have the furthest to fall... A girl who actually thought she was somebody, forced to lick my feet and... And scrub my back with her tits? Now that's entertainment."<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>