<div class="floatright">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/7/74/Melrose1.jpg)</div><br/><strong>Name:</strong>Jol'andra Melrose<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Holding Cells<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong>The slaves, Her most righteous Majesty - The Queen, Artemis the Beloved, Amelia the Just<br/><br/><div class="floatleft"><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Training Attire</div><div class="spoiler_body">(http://denyaraythern.files.wordpress.com/2010/04/104394-gladiatorin-lederruestung-braun-female-gladiator-leather-armour-brown.jpg)</div></div></div><br/><br/><strong>“You are too kind, my Queen.”</strong>Jol’andra smiled as her Queen helped her back to her feet. The woman possessed a power unbeknownst to many. Theirs was the truest race, superior to that of every other society out there, and amongst them their Queen was the fairest and strongest of all.<br/><br/>Her sister-in-arms Amelia greeted her, and Jol’andra bowed her head before pressing one of her hands against her chest; a sign of utmost respect for someone who was deserving of that and even more. She saw Artemis and extended her to smile to the beauty incarnate.<br/><br/>When one of the men dared speak she lashed her whip in the air, and this was followed by a curt response by Amelia.<strong>“You will also do well NOT to talk unless spoken to, knave.”</strong>She spoke after Amelia had asked her question. Her tone from kind and subservient reverted to strict and that of a person in charge. She made a soft bow to Artemis when the beauty incarnate asked her about the festival.<br/><br/><strong>“Nothing in particular comes to mind, my dear Artemis…  however I look forward to the celebration and all her gifts. Should my lady and her Majesty require it of me, I’ll be most happy to break these new offerings before it begins.”</strong>Her tastes were those of a madwoman, and Jol’andra always made certain to be on her guard when she delved in them in public. Her pleasures she reserved for private moments, and those who were lucky enough to be subject to it, weren’t often lucky enough to meet her desires… but through whip and cunt she always managed to have her way, and even this time the trainer knew, it won’t be different.