Mischief maker

She could feel his eyes on her, but he didn’t say much except for a short, odd praise. Clearly, her quick obedience had come as a surprise. Hey, she had sass issues, not disobedience issues. She knew her place. Him wanting to give her a tour wasn’t entirely unexpected. She would need to know where to go to complete any jobs he gave her.

He explained that the warren they had left had been dens. Good thing he had found her, she couldn’t imagine how bad it would have been to stumble over a fully fledged member's bedroom. He mentioned a market, and that slaves weren’t allowed there. Interesting, was that because that was where they traded flesh, and didn’t want their personal slaves to accidentally get mixed into the lot? “Do you buy and trade many slaves, my Lord?” she wondered as they continued past.


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