The woman shivers and looks to Naiobe a flicker of hope in her pale gaze that dies swiftly at the look in Niaobe's own.  Corwin's lips brush Naiobe's hand briefly, a feathery kiss to her knuckles that does not test the limit's of propriety.  He follows her to the table, the albino woman in tow.  "Her name is Marissa," he chuckles softly as he seats the woman, his hands moving to brush along her shoulders with familiarity.  The woman shudders.<br/><br/>"I felt it would be only right to bring a few contributions of my own to the stock this time," he says as he takes his seat, "I acquired this beauty from a roadside tavern where she was serving farmers the foulest excuse for ale I've ever encountered.  Her father was only too happy at the prospect of her becoming a servant to a noble house."<br/><br/>The woman shivered and her eyes continued to dart to the half naked and marked flesh of the servants around her, unable to not look in shock and growing horror at the proof of the Percivan's dark lusts and at the same time unable to keep her gaze on them for long before having to look away.<br/><br/>"I was thinking she'd make a fine gift for you my darling Naiobe."  And the girl snapped her head around once more, blinking in confusion and uncertain fear.