There wasn't any reaction from anyone but the house slaves, who took her order. Not that this was exactly surprising...she had just taken an offer from the man - who, as she learned from what his companions called him, was the trader Tan-Amar - so what could she offer them in return?<strong><br/>"Indeed. But to get dirty, one must be clean first",</strong>Tan Amar answered, and then returned to his own meal.<br/>She almost got the proper forms of address mixed up, but caught herself in mid-air, before the words had left her mouth.<br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body">Of course - greeting a trader in a roadhouse inn isn't my idea of complicated task. Even my idea of average task is above that. So yes, you got a bonus.</div></div><br/>The slavegirl's hands shuddered involuntarily, as Lillian began carressing her. She looked quite surprised, but of course, she wouldn't move to prevent what was being done to her, or, the gods forbid, slap her hand away...<br/><em>A slave's hand can be cut off for that. And while the owner would have to be reimbursed, the counter-pretense of his slave having slapped a free man - or woman - would often be much more than the price of the slave. <br/>In fact, many slaveowners would kill a feisty slave as an apology to someone who has been slapped off, so the judges would never be involved.<br/></em><strong><br/>"The slave doesn't understand, Mistress!",</strong>the woman whispers.<strong>"Have I ever done...what? I have had men, yes...scores. Have I had four at a time? Never...until tonight...or maybe they're not all for me, Mistress?"</strong><br/>She shivered upon Lillian caressing her, and her nipples got erect. The men, sitting on pillows now, seemed to appreciate the view.<br/><strong>"Can a woman do that, Mistress?",</strong>she asked, obviously incredulous,before Lillian asked her next question...<br/><em><br/>"Never really?"</em><br/>Then the slavegirl gasped audibly. Her insides were indeed responding to Lillian's skilled touch.<br/>The men's attention was also strictly on them, Lillian could notice. Their laps were hidden by the long, flow-y robes they wore, but she had little doubts that their members should have been awoken by now...<br/><br/><em>"You belong to me tonight so I'll care of that"<br/>"But first undress me, and wash me. I am still dirty and someone as important as him deserves a good show"</em><br/><br/>Tan-Amar clapped his hands once. Applause, she realized...a custom that marked him as being a Southerner.<br/><strong>"I'm glad we have a thoughtful one",</strong>he remarked to his companions.<br/><strong>"Indeed, respected Tan-Amar! She's a good catch!",</strong>one of them grinned.<br/><strong>"Let them continue. I want to see the show!", </strong>the last one hissed. The rest looked at him in surprise, and Lillian realized those were the first words she'd heard him uttering.<br/>Obviously they hadn't expected even that much...<br/><br/>The girl, biting her lips, was working in the meantime. She removed Lillian's dress, and the length of cloth tying her tits together, in one motion - almost as if she'd never undressed another woman...<br/>Which was probably quite true as well.<br/>Lillian's tits, however, jumping at the onlookers, had the expected effect: they bent, almost in synch, forward, eager not to miss a detail, and their breathing had become faster and shallower now...<br/><em>All but the silent man, </em>that was.<em>He had just kept as straight as before - though he'd been rather slumped, as it was, almost like a wrestler - and his chest seemed to move almost imperceptibly.</em><br/>Tan-Amar, however, clapped his hands again.<br/>The girl looked at him, insecure, but not seeing any command, she knelt to remove the rest of the cloth from Lillian's waist...<br/><em><br/>"Mistress?",</em>she asked upon doing so, without raising to her full height.<strong>"You'd have to get into the tub now. The owner wouldn't be happy if I was to wet the floor!"</strong><br/><br/>Of course, she had to soak in the wooden tub first, and the smaller wooden tub with hot water was at a hand's reach. There were scented oils nearby as well, ready to be applied on her body after the bath...standard for caravansarays almost everywhere.<br/>The girl looked at Lillian for a moment, but then turned her face lightly aside, and visibly reddened.