Her slaver was busy working himself up to a fever pitch, masking all manner of obscene metaphors and innuendo about her body and beauty with almost poetic flatter. Her hair was likened to the mane of a lioness, fit for the grasp of a strong male to subdue and mount her. Her lips were likeled to ripe fruit oozing sweet juices - it was unclear which lips he meant exactly. And her ass was as shapely as a peach and her pillowing bosom like the great, gentle hills squeezing the city against the shore.<br/><br/>Eventually he was running out of breath and graceful metaphor, and still no curious buyers stepped forth. Gone were the halcyon days of the empire, when slaves were so numerous they could be bought and sold by even the lowliest of creatures. With the rise of the Queen Mother and the pirates of the bay the prize of choice slaves like Viola had grown exponentially, and no one but the richest men of the city could hope to afford it. The slaver had hoped by now one of them, or at least an agent of theirs, would approach by now.<br/><br/>Just as he'd given up for the morning, and considered retiring for lunch and perhaps even a taste of Viola - just to reinvigorate his poetry - someone hailed him from afar. Viola could only see the feet of two figures approach the tent, and could only hear an arrogant and haughty voice demand the slaver allow his great master to inspect his goods. Rather than seem overjoyed and eager, the slaver's voice began to weaken and shake with worry, rushing to defend himself saying he had exaggerated nothing and that everything was in order.<br/><br/>That didn't stop from this master from throwing open the tent flap. The beam of sunlight cut through the dark and across Viola's legs, snaking up her bare midriff before ending on a suggestive point between her breasts. Though he leaned over and slumped his shoulders to peer inside, the man's billowing robes were heavy enough to drape down taut from broad, thick shoulders. An almost square face on a bald, conical head with barely a neck to regard gazed on her with a suspicious glare for a long moment.