"So, I was thinking," Valor said as they turned down another hallway and into a spacious dining hall. "I was thinking just now, what use could I possibly have for a slave? I already have servants to clean and carry out tasks and couriers to deliver messages and counselors to...well, ignore. And if I want sex, I just go out and woo someone the old fashioned way--with songs and drinks and flattery."
He gave her a look. "Not that you're not exceedingly attractive, mind you. If I saw you in a tavern, you would definitely be on my 'to-do' list. Anyway, I've never had a slave before. Never really thought about it before. So this is a little awkward, because Pari also paid good money for you, I imagine, and it would be rude to send a gift back. But then, well, an idea just came to me now."
There were some heavy doors ahead of them from which the rich smells emanated, and Valor pulled one open and lead the way into the steamy kitchen, the sounds of clanking dishes and the shouts of the cook ringing out.
"My parents just won't get off my ass about marriage. And I've no interest currently. My, ah, lifestyle just don't complement marriage, see. So I thought, well..."
He flashed a smile her way. "You can be my pretend bride!"