<div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/DcoPfKF.png)</div><hr/><strong>Name:</strong>Ilhan<br/><strong>Race/Culture:</strong>Djaffir<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Slave piers<br/><strong>Day/Time:</strong>Yaus al-Niwt (Day of Houses), Amt (first month) of Alak Paret (Harvest Season), Mid-Morning<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong>N’ebthe, Zidir, Open<br/><hr/><br/>Ilhan certainly smiled in amusement, though that wasn't obvious so long as he kept his mask on. He could easily fight her, but the Djaffir had nothing to fear from her hand on his jaw, slipping under his mask, or her bosom when she pulled his ear against it. Through the slits of his mask she could feel his breath growing hot against her bare breasts, just as his ears did when they brushed her dark skin. N'ebthe was charming, and a bold spirit, and her company he found fascinating thus far, even if they weren't alone. Over his shoulder Zidir must be watching, waiting to step in if his hand moved to her chest, or to his coin purse ready to make a deal.<br/><br/>In the end, this is all it could be. She was a slave, and not his or hers to decide what could happen next. Ilhan put a gloved hand on her clothed hip, and stood up straight again. He looked away from N'ebthe, not ashamed but in thought. He could buy her, and set her free. But if Zidir had anything to say, and he likely would, her price would almost ruin him before he even began. And to suddenly free a slave who admits so freely to accepting her bondage, Ilhan would only set her up to fall back into slavery.<br/><br/>But her gift was fascinating, and if she spoke the truth then she'd be invaluable to him should he brave the city's depths. Ilhan cupped her cheek finally, unable to resist holding her bright, clouded gaze steady for a moment when he looked back to her, and then he asked.<br/><br/>"Come work for me." Ilhan turned to Zidir, too, and asked, "Let her earn an income, in return for her eyes when i should need their foresight." If he bought her, he'd have to keep her to protect her, neither of which he could afford or stomach for long. But he could pay her for good work, allow her to remain with Zidir, who did not seem to mistreat her - his second purpose in asking to see her body. And perhaps, one day, he could light a spark in her to buy her own freedom with her own money - to want it herself. Ilhan didn't know if it was custom in Sha'ib to allow a slave to work and earn for themselves, but he hoped this would not matter to Zidir - a portion of her earnings would likely go to him in any case.