Daphne 2.IV

This is a picture of a slave talking to some people.  Exciting, right?  Next update will be the last of this chapter, and then I have a special entry with more map.  Also, next one has some catty girl-on-girl action.  Now that's exciting.

“Of course sir, after me.” And with that he turned and began to shuffle away. Her husband turned about and quickly informed their two bodyguard to take all the horses and go around the corner to where they could store the horses, their goods, and rest their weary feet, and then gave them a silver Denarius each. They both liked to give their slaves rewards for either special or generally good work, such that they could either buy something for themselves or eventually save up to buy their freedom. It was one of the reasons that their slaves were generally quite predisposed towards them.

She followed them in and after her husband and his slave had been shown to a side room, the hobbled old slave asked of her, “Madam, should you like access to the cosmetics of the Lady of the house, or have you brought your own with you?”

Honestly, Daphne didn't like Vikas’s wife. She couldn't quite place it, it was perhaps that she was a little too artificial, but he had been married to her on account of her families wealth, not due to any manner of deep and passionate love. However, he liked her well enough, so they indulged him and indulged in pleasantries with her when there was need of it. Should she use the expensive cosmetics of a woman she didn't particularly like instead of the one’s she’d packaged with her? Of course. She put this thought into it and thusly replied with a fake smile creeping across her face, “Of course.”

“Yes, m’lady.” He changed the direction that he was leading her, evident that he’d thought of this halfway through leading her to somewhere else. As such, she and Doula followed and were taken back towards the back of the house, passing a beautiful garden surrounded by a colonnade and into the bedroom of the mistress of the house. It was opulent, as to be expected. She couldn't bear but to be surrounded by but the most expensive of furniture of decorations. It was how she was raised, Daphne supposed. Doesn't make her any less of a right cunt.