<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>Simple, deep red, knee-length chiton that drapes over her left shoulder and leaves her right breast exposed; 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>Teasing and flirting...<br/><hr/><br/>She sensed the presence at her side before she turned her gaze toward him; her dark eyes carefully avoiding meeting his as she studied his face and form with open curiosity.  Beneath his touch, her skin tingled and she became even more acutely aware of the bounty of flesh her garment offered up, no less a temptation to delectation than the artfully piled fruits behind her.  Taking in a slow breath, she tilted her chin back at his urging and finally allowed her gaze to meet his, taking his words and guidance as permission - even encouragement - to do so.<br/><br/>Unflinchingly, she probed his blue eyes as if they were open windows into his mind and might reveal the truth of him to her.  In examining him, she revealed more of herself than was usual for her, but it was impossible to both hide<em>and</em>seek, so she accepted the risk such bold measuring entailed.  Her hidden soul was far more intelligent than many slaves, unbroken and fierce; a free soul despite her chains.<br/><br/>"You flatter me and offer more than my status allows, sir.  Still, my role is to provide for the needs and desires of my Master's guests, and you are one.  If it is your wish that I only encourage your attention if I desire it, then it is my pleasure to acquiesce."  She paused, turning her head ever so slightly to reach for the glass of wine she had set upon the table beside her, fingers curling around the bowl of the cup to lift it to her lips.<br/><br/>She allowed the pregnant pause to grow heavy between them as she lifted her wine to her full lips and sipped, then ran the tip of her nimble tongue across the lower pout to lick away the moisture left behind by the drink.  Finally, her thirst quenched, her gaze lifted to his once more and she smiled ever-so-slightly, her eyes gleaming with a playful spark.  "Your company is most welcome, sir.  I would be more than pleased to give myself over to you for however long it is you desire me."