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[quote][b]Vex (Feb 20, 2005 06:45 p.m.):[/b] Imaret tried to hide her excitement as she followed her family bodyguard into the slave house. There were many household slaves in her family, but today she was going to choose her first personal possession. She was too old to be excited, she told herself; she was jaded and cynical. She schooled her face into the default expression of faint superiority. She caught the minute gesture from her tutor Isi, who was the proper distance of one step behind and one to the left. Following his direction, she gracefully settled into the middle of a semicircular couch on one edge of the room. Her bodyguard and tutor flanked her, sitting at the ends, and the two minor slaves positioned themselves behind her. A tall muscular man, avuncular in a particularly non-threatening way, greeted her. "We are honored to have you in our house today; how may we be of service?" "Today I am purchasing a slave." Imaret informed him languidly, as if she had done this before. She hated being the baby of the family; as if turning eighteen didn't count for anything! She thought she was quite adult. "Very well." the man smiled slowly at her with a glint in his eye. "And for such a fair example of nobility and beatuy as yourself, may I suggest a matched pair of young boys? They have been trained not only in household skills but are also well-versed in the ways of protection." Imaret was tempted, and wanted to agree, but another hand-sign from her tutor, and she shook her head slightly. "A personal servant, female, no older than fifteen." she recited as her mother had dictated to her earlier that day. The man bowed low and exited through a door on the left. Immediately the group was surrounded by silent women, their eyes downcast as they served iced fruit juices and trays of small pastries. One woman knelt before Imaret and gently slid off the delicate slippers, then proceeded to massage her feet. Imaret smiled slightly, pretending to be comfortable. In truth, she rarely was allowed to leave the premises of her family house, though the grounds themselves were large enough that one could get lost. She knew her place; she was to marry and bear children to continue her illustrious lineage, though thankfully that would not be required for quite a while. In the meantime, she was to learn how to behave at her uncle's court and otherwise keep out of the way. The man returned with two young women, and Imaret watched them like a hawk as the man recited their skills and training. Isi then questioned them briefly. The first, the tutor signed displeasure with, and the second irritated Imaret, though she could not say why. She dismissed them both. The third girl the man brought out was subject to the same process, and no one in the party could detect a fault. "Let her serve me my tea." she suggested, perfectly within her rights as a potential buyer to request such a test. The tedious and highly ritualized tea ceremony was something Imaret was rarely allowed to partake in, lacking her own servant. The slave girl executed the tea perfectly, and Imaret was almost disappointed that she could not find a flaw. Her heart skipped a beat as she made her choice. "This one." she nodded to the man, then turned to her new slave. Isi commenced the haggling, which Imaret knew could take the better part of thirty minutes. She turned slightly to her new possession, who was properly kneeling on the floor before her. "What's your name?" she asked kindly, feeling generous.[/quote]
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