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Affectionately she watched him play with a bangle that had fallen off during their tumble. He was a sweet soul, very innocent. It would serve him well in his task. Amy pushed herself up, grabbing her clothes. Quickly she slipped them back on, picking up Dhiate's clothes as well. She dropped them before him before crouching down, careful not to show concern in her expression. You should get dressed. I still have one more thing to show you. It wouldn't be nearly as taxing on his body luckily, helping him walk in a way that called to others like a siren.
Standing up Amy shook herself off. It had been pleasant, tingles still running through her body delightfully at the memory. It put her in a very good mood, though Amy knew that wasn't going to happen again. Not to him. Amy didn't sleep with slaves, and the pain she'd caused him was troubling. No, she couldn't think like that. She needed to teach him how to give people the most pleasure possible, and it had been the only way to do it. Now she would earn trade from him.
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