The girl was privvy to plenty more snippets of conversation while she was down there. Lord Stayan spoke loudly and obnoxiously about various female conquests and female purchases; even Quentin thought the man was droning on about something he'd somewhat lost interest in. The fat lord sounded like he'd just lost his virginity all over again, albeit with ten odd girls in the past week if he was to be believed. Matthias was quiet, too, either through disinterest or simply because that was his normal state. They spoke of business, other Lords and various social events, too, but these were things that reminded Zoey of her life gone by.<br/><br/>They ate, too - more smells to taunt the girl with things she could no longer have - and the length of their starter saved her from her supposed duty for a little while. Sure enough, though, as lord Stayan went off on another "funny story" that would undoubtedly end with him invading some maid or other cock first, she saw his hands working his pants.<br/><br/>Quentin hadn't told them they were welcome to her; it was assumed. She was a slave, and sharing her was simply good manners. Often even Quentin didn't want these people wasting his slave, but he was as unable to refuse as she... and it was fair to say he was considerably less repulsed than Zoey at the concept.<br/><br/>Lord Stayan's prick rolled out; long enough, though hardly stunning. The head glistened with precum, and the fat body of the thing bore small white markings that made it rather foul looking. Once he'd freed himself he returned to the conversation, but his demand was clear.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>