The longer she danced, and the longer her body glistened, the more the merchant needed her, and he had already painted the pleasure slave who was working his cock twice, his semen covering her face, which she had carefully drank after gathering. Nearing his third, he gestured for both the two unnamed slaves to leave them, and said, "Mayuan, come here, now."<br/><br/>She knew to kneel in front of him, her master, and he watched her remove the fabric containing her bountiful breasts, at least a size too small. He leaned back once she properly demeaned herself in front of him, and ordered her to pleasure him.