I watch you eat patiently, looking at your Delicate features in the dim light. Wondering what course your life would have taken if you hadn't become an slave, I bask in the music and the cozy atmosphere of the room.<br/><br/>Kissing you back, enjoying how your lips feel against mine, I still hold you close, giving you enough space to move and eat freely. Once I know you are satisfied, I call someone to take away the remaining viands and the fountain where they rested.<br/><br/>After a while of lingering in the bed to let our meal settle, I pick my cup and take a sip, before getting up and offering you my hand. Once you take it I pull you up gently and away from the bed, so we can dance a bit more comfortably. "Ready?" I ask placing my hand on your lower back, while pulling you close. The music is still slow as before.<br/>