<div class="floatright">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/d/dc/Arouj.jpg)<br/><strong>Name:</strong> Arouj al-Qadir (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=141932.msg6401727#msg6401727)<br/><strong>Location:</strong> The Dirty Secret, Galley<br/><strong>Languages:</strong> English, Arabic<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong> Mary<br/></div><br/><br/>His eyes remained shut while the sounds of splashing and scrubbing filled the galley. No need to see whatever unspeakable mess lurked beneath the girl's layers of dirty clothing. He was mildly surprised that she would leap to it so readily but perhaps even heathens relished a bit of cleanliness now and then, even if it was only once a season. Even so, the ash soap couldn't strip her of that singularly female scent that clung to her skin. Most Englishmen had dull noses, from what he had gathered, but a few were more aware. Usually the rich ones.<br/><br/>Arouj worried his lip. Other than being sniffed out, there was the matter of keeping the little rabbit out of the hands of hungry sailors who wanted something snug around their cocks when their rounds were over. The clearest way to avoid that would be to take Mary to his bed but... it was truly bad for morale when one man hoarded a boy all to himself. That would only lead to certain disruption and loss of appendages resulting in an angry as well as drunken captain. Best if Mary kept her own berth.<br/><br/>The splashing subsided and he rolled over, propped on one arm, to gaze upon the finished product of her worthy labors. Small and pale as milk, smooth as cream, that tempting and exotic beauty. How shamelessly she displayed herself! His eyes darkened and his blood quickened. So different from virtuous women, these natural slaves. It had taken so little, just one eager fuck, to tease out such licentiousness that she'd forgotten how to blush. He wondered, fleetingly, if she knew how to dance. If not, it could easily be taught...<br/><br/>His faint smile faded as she stopped and pulled on her clothes. That was the other trouble with bed slaves. Become attached to one and you'd soon find yourself under the knife of another master they'd bespelled. She'd so easily found a fox to protect her from the hounds. Why not a wolf? He brooded as the girl finished dressing and felt the need for sea and sky to clear his head.<br/><br/>“To the rigging then, Marty. Let us learn the timbers and sway of our new mistress.” He picked himself up and stretched, patting his sides to make certain his blades were in place if needed and exited the galley without looking at Mary again.