He accepts

“Alright,” Basileios nods once he’s spent a few seconds considering what you’re proposing, “I guess there’s no shame in that.”

“There is one more thing though,” he’s quick to add.

“What?”

“There are men and women in there,” Basileios points his thumb over his shoulder towards the mansion, “I want your word that no harm will come to them. I know that the women will most likely be made to serve your men, and that is the way of things, but I don’t want to see them harmed.”

“Alright,” you readily agree to Basileios’ demand. It is an easy one to accept for you, as you’ve never had much sympathy for those who’d do harm to the defenceless. Of course, the way in which Maluba looks at you as you respond to Basileios’ words might be another reason for your course of action, as the thought of losing her respect is quite an unpleasant one which is far more powerful than the objection that she is but a ****, an objection that you readily dismiss outright. Still, Basileios has managed to strike a deal with you which will allow the slaves that he was once hired to guard from being wounded or killed by your men, and that is most likely a fate far better than what would have happened to them should he have chosen to fight.

“Good,” Basileios raises the corners of his mouth into a thin, wry smile whilst sheathing his gladius. He shows no signs of being prepared to surrender his weapon to you, and you chose not to bring it up, reasoning that doing so would not be in your best interests.

“Maluba,” you turn to the woman by your side, and again a tingling sensation flows up along your spine as you take in her beauty.

“Yes?” Maluba breaks out into a smile as she notices how your demeanour change and your voice dies down as you look at her, and she shifts her stance a little in a manner which causes her impressive breasts to jiggle and your cock to twitch.

“Stay here, I’ll go tell the others that this is to be our base of operations,” you explain as you struggle against the yearning to take her right where she stands.

“Basileios, I’ll be right back,” you inform the mercenary whom you’ve just recruited to be part of your ****, and he looks as though he’s vaguely aware of the undercurrents which were present throughout your conversation with Maluba.

Soon, you’re back on the street outside the mansion’s strong walls, and as the soldiers and the pleasure slaves step out from their cover and form up in front of you, you discover that all of your men, even the ones who joined you during your march through the city, have remained in place. This is something that you find quite surprising, as you expected that at least a few of those who didn’t storm the tower with you would have fallen to the temptation to strike out and begin the looting on their own.

“Men, we’ve got ourselves a base and a new member amongst our ranks,” you begin to tell them, “Now, there are going to slaves in there, and I won’t stop you from having some fun with the women,” you stop to allow their chuckling to die down before you continue, “but if any you end up hurting one of them or anyone else of the slaves, I’ll hold you responsible and I will kill you for it.”

You’re quite amazed by the fact that you could keep yourself sounding as calm and confident as you did whilst making that vow, and the men lose their smiles as they look at you, suggesting that they suspect that you would hold your word if it came down to that.