<div class="floatleft">(http://assets.viewers-guide.hbo.com/large5525b1af8c228.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Sabina<br/><strong>Status:</strong>Slave<br/><strong>Date | Time:</strong>Evening | August 10<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Atrium<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>Golden collar and cuffs; tiny golden bells around her ankles and plain woven sandals.<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Canus | Open<br/><strong>Content Warning:</strong>Nudity and more flirting...<br/><hr/><br/>Full lips parted without hesitation as he brought the remains of the honeyed fruit to her mouth, and she extended her tongue to draw it in with a soft, throaty murmur of hedonistic pleasure.  Chewing slowly, she held his gaze as she savored the sweet, juicy flesh and felt the tiny seeds popping between her teeth, her lips glazed with nectar and shining faintly as she curled them into a smile that held secrets, promises and challenge.  "I've no doubt, sir, that all your desires shall prove as sweet and pleasant to fulfill as that one."  As his hand moved over her warm skin, her eyes shifted to gaze across the room at the woman he had nodded toward.<br/><br/>Her head tilted faintly as his fingers caressed the side of her slender neck, but she held her gaze on his wife, feeling a shiver of anticipation at the thought of enjoying the attentions of both of them.  Her mind was caught in that delicious reverie when she felt his fingers on her shoulder and knew - in the very instant before he did so - what it was he meant to do.  Her arms remained at her sides, the loose garment allowed to fall from her shoulder and slide unchecked into a pool of darkest crimson at their feet.  Her eyes finally lifted back to his face, expression as serene - and yet aroused - as before she stood unclothed before the party.<br/><br/>"My name is Sabina, my lord.  Do you wish for me to call you by your given name, so that all the party may know who is the cause of my cries of unbridled pleasure in the moments to come?"  Her soft, musical voice held a throatiness that hinted at the rapid beating of her heart and the ache between her thighs.  Thighs which were supple and lean, with a faint glisten of moisture beginning to gather on their uppermost, inner surfaces from the delicate folds at their juncture.  Her sex was smooth - more adornment and preparation for the occasion - but for a small, triangular patch of dark hair directly above the golden ring that pierced the hood of her clit.  Her stomach was flat, shadows gathered in the shallow comma of her navel, and her skin an unmarred, milky cocoa expanse of silk.  The pert, palm-sized breasts were capped by taut peaks of milk chocolate, with the left - newly exposed - sporting more delicate golden jewelry in the form of a small ring.