"Good evening Captain." Alastair, the eldest of the sons greeted Flashy. "See any girls you like?"<br/><br/>Harry considered the question thoughtfully, taking good care to peruse the kneeling slavegirls. The immediate answer that came to mind he dismissed, informing the young master that he quite fancied giving his mother a good bulling from behind whilst she was on all fours was possibly inappropriate.<br/><br/>The blonde Countess had also caught his eye, a winsome little thing, but with a hidden steely glint to her eye that boded a challenge for a man with the temerity to lower his lance for a tilt at her. Flashy wondered at how she might view the line of slaves on their knees in subjugation and being offered as amusements for the guests. Was her blood quickened by the thought of using the young women for her own sport, or might there even be the delicious thrill coursing through her as she imagined herself in their position? Though he had rogered a Rani and the queen regeant of the Punjab, and been briefly a slave of the lusty Queen Ravalona of Madagascar and been forced to bugger the randy monarch repeatedly, he had yet to sample the delights of a English Countess.<br/><br/>"The girl with the long dark hair and eastern complexion looks eyecatching." Flashman commented aloud, leaving his musings on the English ladies for later consideration. "In looks she could pass as a Keralan, from the western coast of India. A most comely and civilised people compared to the savages of the north and east of the country."