The minotaur is doing things to her.   A heat is filling her lower half.   Especially in the core of her womanhood.   As his hands continue to caress and fondle her down there.    The girl finds herself slightly squirming.  She craved something,  needs something.  But what is it she needs,  only a heat that is creating a pressure within her and she is unsure of what to make of it.  He then suddenly asks her what it is she has learned,  been trained in.<br/><br/>"I cook, helped in the kitchens.   I know how herbs and what they are used for.   I also helped with wounds and those sick."<br/><br/>Alana answers innocently with what she knows.   She likely when younger helped in the kitchens of the house.   Picked up things about cooking.   When she was not much use for anything else.   Then likely attended a  herbalist or apothecary.  Likely with the drow a poisoner.   An then likely assisting with those that got sic  or hurt.     A slave was property and a skilled slave valuable.  So it would be expected if a skilled slave of worth got sick or hurt,  the drow would not nurse the slave back to health but would have other slaves do it.   Finally one thing she had not named, is that fact she spoke under common.   Something he did not speak.<br/><br/>"Oooo."   Alanna moans,  as the pressure is building,  the heat she is feeling growing rapidly.<br/><br/>The one thing she did not name is she was not a pleasure slave.   She may not have been used at all.   Through her jumping and skittish reaction, meant she may have been fondled and groped before in lewd gestures.    Yet before Drakmir could think further on this.  He would see the heat in her eyes.   The heat of arousal,  it is mixed with confusion.   Then when he takes total stock of his slave.  Her nipples are jutting out thick and engorged.   There is dampness between her legs.   She does not realize she is becoming aroused.