<strong>~ Nakia; with her Masters reflecting while she waits </strong><br/>The Masters were apparently very wrapped up in themselves. Nakia wasn’t overly worried though, she had patience in abundance long since trained into her. While she waited, she reflected on the strange encounter she had with a man and woman on her way here.<br/><br/><em>As she crossed the sands, she hadn’t paid but peripheral attention to the couple also wandering about. This was a somewhat busy day, and people had been everywhere after all. She had dismissed them as she continued on, until, an authoritative feminine voice rang out calling her over. Without thought, she’d obeyed instantly. She kept her eyes lowered as was proper and answered promptly to the query of her name. “Nakia, Mistress.” Her origin’s accent faint in her voice, making it slightly exotic in nature.<br/><br/>Nakia didn’t fight the woman’s raising of her chin and looked boldly in her eyes as she spoke of her companion’s dressing problem. She had long ago learned that the Roman wealthy could be odd in their pursuits of pleasure and distraction, so the request didn’t bother her in the least. She really didn’t need the extra propelling towards the man that the woman gave, but didn’t move too fast so the woman could feel she had control of the situation. <br/><br/>She scanned over the problem and found that indeed half the buttons were misaligned. She glanced up briefly into his face as her hands moved and starting at the top, unbuttoned the tunic all the way down. He was pleasant to look upon, but she dropped her gaze to the hollow of his throat as was proper for a slave. She noted the tattoo on the side of his neck that slightly peeked out from under his collar with the tunic wide open. It seemed vaguely familiar, but without a view of the whole thing, it just wouldn’t come to surface in her mind at the moment. <br/><br/>Nakia kept hold of the fabric’s edges with her fingers, as each button was fastened proper, she would slide them up to the next set. Occasionally, her finger tips would graze the flesh of his belly and chest while on their way to the next hole and button. After a short amount of time, she had finished her job and stepped back out from between his legs. She gave a slight bow to him, and then turned to the lady. She bowed to her as well, but waited to be sure there was nothing more required of her. Once released, she continued on her way.</em><br/><br/>A slight smile tugged at the corners of her mouth at the memory. It had been a rather interesting experience to say the least.<br/>