<strong>Sumara the slaver</strong><br/><br/><div class="floatleft">(http://i600.photobucket.com/albums/tt82/android1966/Decorated%20images/Death_In_the_Harem2_by_Ferres-1.jpg)</div><br/>Sumara gave an exaggerated sigh. Stepping close to the merchant she draped her arm across his shoulders in a comradely manner, suppressing a shudder of revulsion at lowering herself to make physical contact with such a specimen.<br/><br/>"I fail to follow your logic." She said as though talking to child. "If you genuinely wish to sell this creature then the collar will be of no use to you without a recalcitrant slave to wear it."<br/><br/>"If you were to sell the collar, then the slave would by all recent indication also be near enough worthless to you." She went on to point out. "Either way you will left with goods on your hands that were of no value to you, do you see my point?"<br/><br/>"An offer to take both from you at a mutually beneficial price is really your ideal option." Sumara concluded. "Of course if you are set in your mind, far be it from me to try to sway you. For what I might offer for the slave and collar combined I could undoubtably find a fully trained and broken slave and have no need of such a device."<br/><br/>Sumara eyed the slave and then gave the merchant a sly look.<br/><br/>"Still I must admit he is a pretty boy and adequately endowed." She said archly. "It does seem a waste that he isn't put to better purpose. Unless your tastes run in that direction?"