<div class="floatright">(https://i.pinimg.com/originals/3d/42/7d/3d427df3d29fc3adfe98667e350ce9f6.jpg)</div><br/><br/>Songbird gives an answer,  it is not precise.  She had never purchased a slave directly.    "From five silver pieces to as much as thirty gold pieces, master."  To you, it sounds about right,   a common laborer is as little as five silver pieces and a slave skilled artisan,  such as a concubine, artist,  craftsmen,  could cost as much as thirty gold pieces.<br/><br/>Fortunately for his piece of mind, there is no more interruptions.   If he is late does not draw anyone seeking him out for such.  Meanwhile his Songbird presses herself against him.  She addresses him again,  her words should give him thought to the reality of his situation, the direction he is choosing to take it.<br/><br/>"Master, what would be your pleasure of me?"<br/><br/>For her she is already yours, the rest a formality.