The Djala was skilled slaves, especially when working together. Few of them lived free these days, a race said to have been engineered into the perfect slave-race during the first age. The boy threw back his head and groaned heavily as he came again, the three Djalas moving in quickly to take whatever they can. With little less consideration, he threw chocolate off him and rolled into his bed, intent on taking his good nights sleep now.<br/><br/>"Get yourself dressed and go to sleep. The girls will show you where to stay..." The buy said in a sleepy mumble, before falling asleep. The three girls was already well under way to get dressed, doning their small silken interlaced suits, barely covering their breasts, and loinclothes hanging betwen their legs. They looked to Chocolate, little patience to wait.