Beauty
08-09-06, 06:53 PM
Lord Gregory Carth hid a sneer as he made his way through the bustling crowd in the Bazaar. He was unused to shopping in such a place. Normally, his shopping would have been done in the city proper at a lords' tailoring shop. However, for once he was not shopping for himself. At least, not completely for himself. A few days ago, he had truly noticed just how short and worn out Slave's dress was and had decided to buy her a new one. Unfortunately, the kind of dresses suitable for her were not to be found in the city proper.
Slave skipped along happily slightly behind her Master. She was excited to be seeing a new place even if her had not told her why they were coming here. Her dress, little more than a long shirt, was ragged, torn in places with a few patches here and there. It was barely long enough to cover her bottom and front. The neckline had been torn a long time ago to make room for her breasts. She did not understand why her Master had never gotten her a new dress, but she accepted it.
Men watched the pretty young girl walk by, openly ogling the large amount of skin and cleavage her dress revealed. Slave noticed none of it, keeping her eyes on her Master ahead of her. She followed him as he ducked into a small shop with a sign out front indicating a seamstress' shop.
Inside, Slave gasped aloud at the many dresses hanging on wooden stands. She had never seen so many dresses in one place since she and Master Carth had left his home in Salvar. Seeing that she was being left behind, she hurried to catch up with Carth who was now speaking to the owner of the establishment.
"Good afternoon. I need two dresses for my slave. Her current dress is in shambles. Nothing too fancy, just plain linen will do. What do you have already made? I'm a busy man and do not have time to wait for dresses to be made."
Slave skipped along happily slightly behind her Master. She was excited to be seeing a new place even if her had not told her why they were coming here. Her dress, little more than a long shirt, was ragged, torn in places with a few patches here and there. It was barely long enough to cover her bottom and front. The neckline had been torn a long time ago to make room for her breasts. She did not understand why her Master had never gotten her a new dress, but she accepted it.
Men watched the pretty young girl walk by, openly ogling the large amount of skin and cleavage her dress revealed. Slave noticed none of it, keeping her eyes on her Master ahead of her. She followed him as he ducked into a small shop with a sign out front indicating a seamstress' shop.
Inside, Slave gasped aloud at the many dresses hanging on wooden stands. She had never seen so many dresses in one place since she and Master Carth had left his home in Salvar. Seeing that she was being left behind, she hurried to catch up with Carth who was now speaking to the owner of the establishment.
"Good afternoon. I need two dresses for my slave. Her current dress is in shambles. Nothing too fancy, just plain linen will do. What do you have already made? I'm a busy man and do not have time to wait for dresses to be made."