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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Nephtys" data-source="post: 3561427" data-attributes="member: 31780">Barok smiles at the slave, not quite leering, because he knows he must have posessed her himself many times. It was odd that the slave would still be in posession of her golden bracelets, but maybe he had intended those decorations to bring up the price. She was dirty, though, and he would have to get her cleaned. Maybe he'd even enjoy her again a couple of times, or three...Shaking himself he remembers that none of this is real. It's all a lie, an illusion that will end the moment he makes the wrong desicion (no matter how right it would feel). Forcing the leer out of his smile he speaks kindly to her. "Come on Girl, you have nothing to fear from me. We're just heading down to the outpost to get a bit of rest and something to eat. And you need some new clothes don't you sweetheart? Here, you can take my coat and cloak to warm yourself and hide your pretty self from all those wicked lecherous men." The bile begins to rise in his throat as he hands her the clothes. "It's a pity my boots are the wrong size for you, but Daddy will get you some new ones never you fear." He hands her the end of the chain. "You won't be needing this anymore, but I do suggest you keep following me. The woods are not safe." "Besides", he says grinding his teeth, "We have some slaves to free and I may have to ask you to lend me those bracelets of yours to help me pay their owners. Maybe I'll even have to pimp you out a couple of times, if you wouldn't mind, all for the good cause. You are such a beautiful girl, and your beauty could give freedom and joy to so many."</blockquote>

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