Flavia smiled and followed Lady Arun into the large chamber filled with many beds. "You were warmly recommended by my friend, so I am quite certain you will have something that perks my interest," she assured Lady Arun calmly.
In the room she saw twenty female slaves. Three of them were Serenian. She was impressed by how the girls all began to get into line once she and Lady Arun entered. "They are quite obedient," she commented, remembering how her own husband Rasul disapproved of disobedient slaves. "My compliments, Lady Arun. You have trained them well..."
She nodded when Lady Arun suggested starting with her female slave. "Yes, that will do," she agreed. She started on the right side of the room, carefully inspecting the oldest slaves first.
Like an expert wine taster she closed her eyes and wandered from the right side to the left side of the line of slaves. She sniffed the skin of the slaves as she passed them, the same way a wine taster would sniff a bottle of wine before considering tasting it.
"Hmmm, this one is too old, this one is too sour, this one is too bitter...."
She continued like that through the entire line of the elder slaves, but a smile grew on her face when she reached the end of the line, where the youngest girls were.
At the end of the line was a young thirteen year old girl, with mild golden eyes in a bronzed face, and long dark brown hair surrounding her face. Her slender body gave away her youth. Flavia could smell from the scent alone that the girl was untouched by men, and thus her blood would taste sweet.
"Ah, this one will do nicely," she told Lady Arun. "What can you tell me of her? How much do you want for her?"