The night was young, and a middle aged merchant sat in his garden, enjoying a bottle of wine, and watching his favorite slave dance for him. She wore next to nothing, her movements pure grace and sexuality, as another slave pleasured him, helping him with his condition that his drow slave was causing. Her name was Mayuan, which meant Beautiful Dancer in her own tongue, and it was certainly proper for her to be named as such.<br/><br/>Another nearby slave played a simple lap harp, but he ignored her, watching the slight, but extremely female drow dance for him. His body anticipated the pleasure of mounting her later, and he purred in pleasure at the thought, enjoying the way her full ass and breasts bounced.