<div align="center"><strong>Cariad and Patrocles in the hallway preparing to search the house</strong></div><br/><strong>"Not stupid, more brawn that brains. I am sorry, truth is I was bought here and have no clue as to why. You have the power to make me what you want. That's a lot of power Patrocles."</strong><br/><br/>Cariad looked him up and down, her confidence boosting slightly at his affront to her statement.<br/><br/><strong>"I never declared you a stupid cretin, whether you wield a sword well is nothing to me. You could kill me here and now if you so wished. I am not a simpleton either, I was whipped for speaking my native tongue by one of the guards. I know how to play a game should one be brought to my table. I am not a fighter however, so should you choose to take your sword to my bare flesh, you would win."</strong><br/><br/>Narrowing her eyes slightly to watch his hands, wondering if he would go for his sword or not. It didn't matter, chances are he could snap her with one of his arms.<br/><br/><strong>"If your Domina is served by a slave already, then clearly, I must fill another position. Incentive to keep me within the Ludus?"</strong>Her tone changing slightly. Their footsteps echoing through the halls as they near the guest bedrooms.<br/><strong>"I have nothing to give you, I am a slave. My father had some wealth but not enough to please you or anyone else. There is nothing I can give you."</strong>Cariad's naivety not evident to herself, she had not come across sexual references for anything. Let alone for keeping her newly discovered home. Walking through the shade and coolness of the halls, the gooseflesh began creeping it's way over her flesh, her breasts bouncing as she walked. Her nipples hard.<br/><br/>The coarse fabric covering her lower half, hiding her swollen lips and burning heat.