The buzzing of men raucous to claim her was making her sick to her stomach. The fresh cuts on her back were seeping, sticking the robe to them and they were now beginning to sting with a vigorous frenzy. Her head had been lifted, defiantly staring over the top of the crowd, meeting the cold marble of the walls ahead. She knew the reason why the Priestess had encouraged the bidding to rise as high as it did. Even before her attempted escape, Naamiah had been one of the most sought after attendants in the temple; this was simply the opportunity Priestess needed to fill her already over flowing coffers. Worship to Alrosi had nothing to do with it. It was greed, pure and simple.
As the calm, confident voice reached her ears, with its exorbitant figure, her eyes snapped to the man who had called, and after one short second, went back to staring ahead. Even as she heard his steady footfalls on the solid ground, she did not move. It took all her strength to keep herself collected, and not faint where she stood from shock, pain and utter despair. Would she never be free?
To the hand that extended to her, she simply clasped her hands together, right hand over left, with her small fingers woven together, as was custom and placed them in his hand, ready to be taken. She spoke to the servant, softly, informing him that his presence was not required. He looked hesitant for a moment, before Naamiah added "I do not think I am in any condition to run, Plesius, do you?" He shook his head gently, looking a little sorry for the girl, and then stepped away from the pair, and to the head priestess' side.
She stepped down from the raised altar, and to Lothaire's side. "May you find all you seek in Alrosi," she intoned in a empty, quavering voice. She stumbled in a step, the robe slipping from one shoulder, and she ducked her head, feeling all the eyes of the men that remained in the halls on her. Her cheeks flushed pink for a moment, before she went pale again, leading the regal looking man down towards her room. Her steps were slow and heavy, her breathing quick and shallow, but as she neared the doorway, she took her hands away, pushed open the door and motioned ahead.
"Make yourself comfortable," she said in a voice that was barely audible, the toll of the day, and days previous clearly showing. "Your worship to Alrosi will not go unheard. You may use my b-body-" her breath hitched here, and she closed her eyes against a wave of great dizziness, frantically trying to control herself for the sake of the appearance she must keep up, and the speech she must make. "You may use my body as you will."