<strong>The Docks</strong>- Anice Xantelli<br/><br/>"That's cool," Anice said, "Would you like to come and walk with me a little bit. To be honest I'm a bit bored and could use a companion."<br/><br/>The Captain of the ship nervously approached Anice and bowed respectfully.<br/><br/>"Mistress Anice, this slave was selected for the personal use of the matriarch. I would suggest any of these other fine men, all of them would make magnificent partners."<br/><br/>A dour glance was thrown the Captain's way. Anice really didn't want to see anyone disappear into the clutches of Maria if it could be helped. This guy looked sensible and nice and she felt a need to rescue him from what might be a horrible fate, at least for now.<br/><br/>"I don't care about any of this slave nonsense, I like him and I want him to walk with me a little bit," she said, "Alex, follow me, that is, if you want to."<br/><br/>A strong warm breeze blew her long dark hair and made the strands dance in so many circular patterns as she extended her hand for him. No one dared to do anything to stop her beyond informing her of the circumstances. If he chose to follow her any shackles he was wearing would fall off. He would also notice that in a matter of minutes his work overalls were losing their dirt and reforming into khaki shorts, comfortable dockside shoes that fit his feet, and short sleeve polo much like she was wearing only to fit him. Soon he would simply feel as clean as if he had taken a shower this morning.<br/><br/>She would lead him to the town square, under the shade of an umbrella covered table.<br/><br/>"Would you like something to eat Alex?" she asked, "I'm sure you have lots of questions."