Having already arrived on the steam train a short while beforehand, Galen and Erika did not have a baggage handler to carry their luggage.  Of course, that actually was exactly how Erika liked it, as she loved seeing the large form of Galen use his muscles, whether it was to hold her or just to lift heavy items.  One could see his bulging biceps, built from years training as a steelsmith, press out against the simple long sleeved white button down shirt as he carried one very large bag, filled with more of very tight, and very glamorous dresses, blouses and skirts, and one decidedly smaller, though Galen would be surprised if he used all of the clothes in there belonging to him this week.<br/><br/>Trailing behind his mistress by a few feet, he was awarded with a perfect view of that tight ass that she loved to tease with, and he could feel his ebony leather pants, already snug, feel even tighter as she swayed her hips from side to side.  Just as with his counterpart, he had been informed about the competition, though perhaps a bit vaguely.  Erika never kept slaves around for very long, though Galen thought that at nine months, he might be her longest one.  The truth was, despite having been forced into slavery through his own debts, he was very happy to serve - and service - the Lady Erika and he had no plans on being retired any time soon.  Galen felt that bringing home another victory for his mistress would endear him to her for a while yet.  He simply stood behind her with his eyes slightly downcast, right at her backside, holding the bags in silence.