The home of Trade Prince Hespu Masud was the very definition of opulence. Everything in sight was gilded in gold and jewels, including the slaves gliding here and there. Slaves were Hespu's trade, something he was very good at and that had made him very wealthy. Not everyone had his keen eye for good slave stock, after all, and few catered to potential buyers in quite the same fashion as he did either.
Never did his wares go to the slave market after he had acquired them – although truthfully few of his treasures were purchased from the markets. He preferred fresh flesh bargained from the Duhjari savages.
Today was a grand affair, in the later afternoon when the day had cooled enough for comfort his slaves had prepared a magnificent banquet. Hespu had his more talented slaves performing for his guests – all wealthy merchants and Trade Princes. When he had a significant selection of fresh slaves to ply this was always his preferred method of showing them off. Slaves on display at the market couldn't truly show their worth like ones mingling and serving his guests could!
It was a method that had brought him great success.
Zimayi was there today, it was the first time she had been allowed to attend one of the events, because every slave present was available for purchase should they make a good impression on someone. She hoped to catch the eye of one of the guests. Her master was a good, honorable man, but he was always temporary. Now that she was a woman, it was more than time for her to find the one she was really meant to serve.
Hespu had made sure to decorate her especially well. As a slave trader he made a habit of not getting attached to his products, but sometimes an especially fine specimen did come along. Not only physically, but temperamentally, he thought Zimayi was one of his finest. She deserved to find a master that would treat her as well as she would serve – and he knew she would serve her master very well.
Light purple silks, sheer in consistency made up her skirts and what could barely pass for a top. The outfit was designed to show off as much of her lightly sun-kissed skin as possible, a guest could reach out and feel how supple and smooth the flesh of the young slave was to the touch. Her generous bust was practically spilling out of the flimsy garment. Hespu knew she would easily make a fine concubine for a wealthy man.
Golden bangles decorated her arms, and a small portion of her deep purple hair was fixed up with silver hair pieces.
She looked a marvel as she wove among the crowd of patrons, offering drinks off a silver tray, hips swaying sensually as she walked. Hespu almost regretted giving her up, but he had enough wives and concubines of his own already – and his first wife had made it abundantly clear she did not want the foreign-born beauty remaining in her house any longer.
Never did his wares go to the slave market after he had acquired them – although truthfully few of his treasures were purchased from the markets. He preferred fresh flesh bargained from the Duhjari savages.
Today was a grand affair, in the later afternoon when the day had cooled enough for comfort his slaves had prepared a magnificent banquet. Hespu had his more talented slaves performing for his guests – all wealthy merchants and Trade Princes. When he had a significant selection of fresh slaves to ply this was always his preferred method of showing them off. Slaves on display at the market couldn't truly show their worth like ones mingling and serving his guests could!
It was a method that had brought him great success.
Zimayi was there today, it was the first time she had been allowed to attend one of the events, because every slave present was available for purchase should they make a good impression on someone. She hoped to catch the eye of one of the guests. Her master was a good, honorable man, but he was always temporary. Now that she was a woman, it was more than time for her to find the one she was really meant to serve.
Hespu had made sure to decorate her especially well. As a slave trader he made a habit of not getting attached to his products, but sometimes an especially fine specimen did come along. Not only physically, but temperamentally, he thought Zimayi was one of his finest. She deserved to find a master that would treat her as well as she would serve – and he knew she would serve her master very well.
Light purple silks, sheer in consistency made up her skirts and what could barely pass for a top. The outfit was designed to show off as much of her lightly sun-kissed skin as possible, a guest could reach out and feel how supple and smooth the flesh of the young slave was to the touch. Her generous bust was practically spilling out of the flimsy garment. Hespu knew she would easily make a fine concubine for a wealthy man.
Golden bangles decorated her arms, and a small portion of her deep purple hair was fixed up with silver hair pieces.
She looked a marvel as she wove among the crowd of patrons, offering drinks off a silver tray, hips swaying sensually as she walked. Hespu almost regretted giving her up, but he had enough wives and concubines of his own already – and his first wife had made it abundantly clear she did not want the foreign-born beauty remaining in her house any longer.