<div class="floatright">(http://i.imgur.com/gjuPP7K.jpg)</div><br/>Ebony smirked as her fingers ran across the black leather, her eyes narrowing for a moment as she fingered the seams in the outfit her gaze far away.<strong> "No..." </strong>she muttered, then looking up she locked eyes with Tialyn and gave a slight smile,<strong>"No, this is perfect.  It reminds me of..." </strong>She trailed off again and looked at the garment for a moment before shaking her white and crimson locks,<strong>"Nevermind, mistress is wise in her choices."</strong>Ebony moved to the alcove and began shedding the golden chains and jewelry she wore before sliding on the tight leather garments with a practiced ease.  Tialyn's eye couldn't help but catch the drow's round bottom and smooth hairless vulva as the drow bent over.  But in moments Ebony was clad in the leather and the black leather slave collar about her neck matched the outfit almost perfectly.<br/><br/>Ebony explained as she finished adjusting the outfit,<strong>"Master Sabin prefers his slave girls to wear jewelry and chains that accentuate their form, their beauty, but leaving his manse, it is wise to not appear as street walkers.  My kind has a reputation for revealing garments among the surface races, so, this should be fine.  But we will leave the manse through the courtyard gate and carry a weapon each with us, to be safe.  I think you are wise enough to know that I am here to help you, and trying to turn on me would be foolish.  Only slightly less foolish than trying to run away.  If Master could find you from a continent away, there is no where you could hide from his magics now that he knows you."</strong><br/><br/>Ebony waited for Tialyn's acknowledgement before adding,<strong>"You are technically a free woman, and as a slave I must refer to you as mistress.  But I advise you to not think I am only a pleasure slave.  It would be a mistake to do so, if I may be so bold as to suggest it.  I wish to see you succeed at the master's whim, succeed in the pit, for it will benefit all in this house, including me.  To that extent I will help you, and I hope that you take my advice and guidance." </strong>It was an interesting statement on the power dynamics.  It was clear that Ebony felt she was superior in some ways, but also knew that her position as a slave was technically below Tialyn.<strong> "Come we shall make one stop before we leave.  Walking the halls of master's manse will give us an opportunity to practice letting you walk one pace ahead of me, while still letting me guide you with whispers and gestures."</strong><br/><br/>Ebony led Tialyn into the hall and showed her a few simple body gestures, leaning with her body or moving her arms in such a way that Tialyn could watch the drow from the corners of her eyes and appear to be leading the drow, while still following her directions on where to go.  It was a simple system, and rather ingenious, to an outsider it would look like the blonde half elf was leading her slave, apparently the appearance of such might be important.  Ebony led Tialyn through the manse to the foyer where a large mural was inset into the tile floor with highly polished stone.<strong>"This is the city. Dahlwias, and we are here, in the high city."</strong>Ebony pointed to a section of the map laid out in the floor.<strong>"The Pit moves from location to location, but this week it is in a warehouse by the river in the old trade quarter.  It is vital that you do not get separated from me, as the city can be much more labyrinthine then the layout suggests.  Until you know the city, a guide might mean the difference between making it back here safely and finding yourself in a slaver's basement.  Master would find you eventually of course, but he would not be pleased with you."</strong><br/><br/>Ebony led them through the manse to a large open air courtyard and to a gate at the edge.  There a sleepy eyed guard nodded at Ebony and eyed up Tialyn.<strong>"Two daggers Amahd, one for the mistress and myself."</strong>The sleepy eyed guard hesitated only for a moment and then nodded, entering the gatehouse and returning with two rather plain but finely crafted daggers in sheaths and a belt for each of them.<br/><strong><br/>"Glimpse wise slave,"</strong>the guard said to her,<strong>"Y'll be punished farce scourge scourge no doubt 'f y'ether come back w'outs em stickers."</strong><br/><br/>Ebony's eyes rolled slightly, so slightly that the guard probably didn't notice, but her voice was simpering and thankfull as she said,<strong>"Of course Amahd, thank you for sage advice, wise wise, much good."</strong><br/><br/>The guardsman opened the gate and let Tialyn and Ebony out into the rich neighborhood outside the master's compound, but the drow turned and asked,<strong>"three months in captivity, lets try to avoid a fight if we can.  I'm sure your body is not used to holding a blade after so long." </strong>Tialyn could not help but agree with that statement, her hands had gone soft, losing their callouses and her muscles felt weak and unready.<strong> "Remember, a woman who shows deference, swallows pride, is often ignored.  Boldness can be looked at as a challenge, especially in one so obviously foreign.  Have you any questions or concerns before we depart mistress?"</strong>