<div class="floatleft">(http://thenightbelow.pbworks.com/w/file/fetch/49788203/Eriadora%20Slavegirl.jpg)</div><strong>Location: City Slave Pens, City Slave Pens: Private inspection stalls<br/>Time: Early Morning<br/>Tags:Eriadora, Saric</strong><br/><br/>The girl was delectable to be sure.  Aside from the purposefully maimed ankles, her body and form were flawless.  She paused for a brief moment as she was brought forth, eyes flickering to and fro, measuring her surroundings before she assumed a demure and obedient demeanor, kneeling and touching her forehead to the ground at Saric's feet.  In melodic tones, she recited what had obviously been ingrained into her memory, a common phrase in drow-accented elven "Buy me Master..."<br/><br/>Analyzing her brief hesitations, her demeanor, her carriage in kneeling, the way she spoke and the softness of her hands with just the touch of carefulness about her fingers, Saric could tell this slavegirl was not ordinary by any means.  She had the 'feel' of someone who had once been highly-placed, likely a noble or priestess on the surface -maybe both.  But the moments of split-second judgement and the way she had taken in her situation before becoming submissive indicted a cunning combativeness that perhaps had been quelched by the intense slave training of the Slavers, but was not otherwise entirely extinguished.  But she had been trained well, he could see that much of her submissive reaction was nearly ingrained as instinct at this point, and her body moved well, sinuously and gracefully like that of a slavegirl trained by the some of the finest Masters to be found in the Vault.  Someone had spent a great deal of time breaking in this one.<br/><br/>She waited to be acknowledged, remaining on her knees, wondering why this drow male had brought her in for a private examination.  Her hands stayed placed properly on the ground before her, though she so wanted to bring her fingers up to touch the empty space between her ample breasts where she used to wear her holy symbol, one hand almost strayed but she caught herself and maintained her position of subservience.  Best not to incur the wrath of a drow intent on buying a slave, he might let whim or mood overcome good judgement only to damage her first and pay later.