A pleasurable moan escaped the assassin after his initial gasp as Mia began attending his member. To her surprise, his taste was unexpectedly better than the innkeepers, warrior slaves or market merchants she had in her mouth in the past. Could be the nutrition or more expensive lifestyle, whatever the case she was encouraged verbally to continue, keeping her mind from wandering too far from her task.<br/><br/>"Yes, that feels incredible. More of that..." her man groaned, stroking her dark hair and maintaining eye contact, lightly moving his hips to help her find the pace that was most pleasurable for him.<br/><br/>Here Mia was, the warrior monk fighting for what exactly...freedom, honor, glory, her own rights? ...with a collar around her neck, having trouble defeating her opponents and doing her best to take this man's offering in her mouth. She was forced to do this and more, using her breasts in the past just for lodging, food and basic supplies, and the foes that conquered her took whatever they wanted from her body that couldn't deny them the spoils of their victory. Did she really accomplish what she set out to do, and was what she was doing for the past weeks any different from joining a brothel's staff? Her last adventure only paid because she offered her body and lost the wager, and this one... she was required to do these things and she was complying with everything, perhaps even enjoying it. Perhaps in the near future it would be wise to reassess her situation and feelings, maybe talk things over with Drake Stormgale or train with him to improve her chances.<br/><br/>The plans for the future were interrupted when Jaffar came in her mouth, starting to shoot his load as she was pulling back, the first splash of semen coating her tongue, before he pumped more into her oral cavity, eventually drawing back and resting the tip of his cock against her pretty lips. The assassin's eyes were wild with desire, and Mia wondered just how much he'd do to her and for how long if they were given the opportunity.<br/><br/>"That was amazing, thank you for that<em>my flower</em>." Jaffar said, using a phrase of endearment in his language that she was somewhat familiar with and knew the meaning of.<br/><br/>After finishing, cleaning up and returning to his proper state of clothing, the assassin left without much of any further comments and it occurred to her that he was much more vocal when he had his cock in her mouth than any other time.<br/><br/>It took little to no time for Mia to readjust her costume, on her part it was more about what she did with all the ejaculate dripping from her sex and the remnants of juices that were on her thighs and trailed from her mouth, down her neck and collar, and into her cleavage from her sloppy blowjob earlier.<br/><br/>Thankfully serving girls carrying jugs of heated water arrived soon and in number. To Mia's confusion they didn't bring the water to her, but disappeared behind a line of silk curtains, where upon following she found a bath built into a side chamber, large enough for multiple people to soak in at once, already full of water with luxurious soaps, salts and oils nearby, the hot water the servants poured in heating up the bath and changing the used water to clean.<br/><br/>The soak was relaxing and possibly mixed with some bathing salts or chemicals, because weariness and abuse fled from Mia's conquered body and for the first time since arriving in Anfaigh, she felt rejuvenated and strength returning to her body. Her belongings she had on her before she was...tested, were also nearby with nothing missing and everything in there available for her. A plate of fruits along with the same wine she poured for the Scorpion was left for her as well.<br/><br/>An hour or two later, another servant, a man with two female assistants arrived, carrying some equipment. He introduced himself as the tattoo artist in service of Samir and was instructed to give Mia the scorpion mark that she saw on every slave so far, usually on their breast, torso or face, while some had the same symbol branded or cut, not inked.<br/><br/>"Unless you wish to take on the master's mark permanently, we have two options. One is a more common, easily removeable ink that has a chance to smudge on contact with fluids, but otherwise to visual inspection is indistinguishable from a regular tattoo. Removing it might take some time and rough scrubbing, or removing the uppermost layer of skin. The alternative is a special, enchanted ink that will not come off under any circumstance other than speaking a predetermined command phrase. Upon command, this tattoo disappears without a trace without need for any further pain or effort. The catch is that because of its enchanted nature, it is easily picked up by spell detection and it is not impossible that there will be apprentices of the craft at the meeting. Finally, based on what cover story Mia goes with to accompany the Scorpion as a hidden bodyguard, pretending to be a dancer, harem girl or wife, it's also possible to brand or scar tattoo the mark into her skin, which involved damaging her and applying a slow acting healing ointment so the brand or scars remain. This method is permanent but based on application and location on the body would display that she was in service for a long time to the man, or expected to be so. Mia wondered if she could make any use of the Scorpion's name in interactions with locals if she was permanently marked, and if any advantage or danger of such was worth it.<br/><br/>It was entirely up to Mia which method she wanted get a marking as long as she got one for the mission. The second choice that she had to make about the matter was the location of it. Because it was not uncommon that slaves could lose their limbs if they misbehaved, owners generally refrained from marking such body parts, lest the proof of ownership was lost with a hand or leg. Therefore, these marks were usually placed on the torso, neck or face. Sure a head could be removed, but at that point the slave no longer had value and wouldn't run away, so it didn't matter.<br/>The tattoo artist explained that ladies of fine arts or pleasure that nobles liked to surround themselves with were sorts of trophies they also liked to show off, so they preferred their unique mark to be visible, and in cases on a part of the body that would taunt their rivals, hence the scorpion tattoo on the female slave's breast she noticed earlier. It was also a custom for treasured pleasure slaves or mistresses to have a hidden mark, that wasn't instantly visible to the onlookers and close to or on their sex. This marked them as favored and absolute property and carried with it the threat of incurring the master's wrath if anyone intruded on the marked territory without their consent. Of course, to identify herself as a servant of her master, the girl had to show the mark so there was that as a catch as well, but it occurred to Mia that it might come as an unwelcome surprise for any thugs that tried to attack such women to find what could be essentially their death mark at the object of their lusts, deterring them from any further actions.<br/><br/>Again, it was up to Mia to decide the nature and location of her mark, since it was up to her how she wanted to play her part in the undercover mission. However, as the man explained her options it was clear that she had to pick something. Going unmarked was not a possibility.<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body">Consider this a short rest for Mia. Taking a soak in the relaxing bath and eating in the luxurious home lets Mia recover an extra +2 hp for every hit die she spends. She also gains inspiration for being a good girl to Jaffar.</div></div>