Introduce Camalia to your father

Now that you have Camalia clean and dress the part you decide it's high time you show her off to your father. You begin walking away from the shop, Camalia still held close to you, and walk through crowds of people. The two of you walk in silence for about ten minutes before Camalia speaks.

"Look I....I don't usually act the way I did in the shop. I just got caught up in the moment you know." Playfully you squeeze Camalias breast a bit harder before answering. "Really? I rather liked that Camalia.

So much less winy than the one Garmen had in a cell." Camalia scowls at you, anger in her eyes. "Well why don't you spend a few days locked up in that cell. Eating nothing but ghastly gruel and sleeping in a pile of straw. To say nothing of the fact that I was stripped naked and given nothing but a rag to cover up with."

"I think it was a good look for you." You muse without really thinking. "Oh a delinquent thinks a lady going without a top is a good look. Well I guess I should be flattered." Camalia says flatly.

While you know you should be more insulted you cannot help but laugh. Camalia soon joins in. "Oh stop acting like you haven't secretly liked the experience. I would say I've seen more the real you than even your own family has. Of course most of the pier has seen more than your family has in quit a while."

The smirk you flash Camalia is one filled with cockiness and knowing as you remind her of both her streak through the pier and her skimpy state of dress. Playfully Camalia smacked you in the chest, doing her best not to smile. "You spend the afternoon humiliating and sexually assaulting me and you think you know me? I'll have you know I am a lady not one of your common sluts. No matter how much you dress me like one."

"Yeah I am pretty sure you became one when you licked my neck." Camalias tensed up as you remind her of her dance routine and your make out session. "T-that was only because I didn't want to lose to that big breasted bimbo! Woman had some nerve talking down to me!" You laugh heartily as you remember Camalias reaction to Sila calling her breasts small.

"Oh do not worry puppy. I told you, I rather like your breasts. So much cuter than Silas." You say before kneading Camalias breast in your hand. The blond lightly moaned before squeezing herself harder into your side.

"S-stop it.....everyone can see what your doing you know." Once more you laugh, Camalias humiliation was so adorably entertaining you had to resist the urge to reintroduce your lips. "These docks are a slave market. These people will see much worse than a man playing with his slaves breasts." Pointing a finger to your left you stop to show Camalia a slave auction being held on a large stage.

A rather muscular man stands in front of a row of women. All only covered in small rags similar to Camalias. Though they were given a second rag to wear over their chests. "Come my friends! Come and see Giovanni's quality slaves!

We have slaves from all over the world ready to buy. They have all been trained by the illustrious Windrider family and have the seal to prove it! Ladies if you please." The muscular man snaps his fingers and points upwards with his index finger. Each slave understands his meaning as the row of women quickly lifts up the rags covering their chest.

A capital red W with winged serpents circling it was tattooed in between each of the girls breasts. The crowd roared in approval. Mostly due to having at least twenty women flash their chest. "That's right folks not only are these women beautiful but obedient. You there, Elf!

Take center stage!" A female elf with hair and skin as white as a summers cloud stepped forward. "These here is an Ice-Elf ladies and gentleman. Rare in these parts and are said to be as stubborn as they are beautiful. Now I served in our great Kings army for many years and have done battle with these savages many times.

Not only are they strong their bodies are hearty from living in the harsh tundra of the northern lands. So much so that the warriors of her clan would die standing up. Their wills are so strong even death is not enough to bring them to their knees. Luckily for you sorry lot I know a man much more terrifying than death! Perhaps the riches and most powerful man next to our king has graced up with his presence here today ladies and gentleman!

Allow me to Introduce the head of the Windrider family, Eranos Windrider!" The muscular pointed to his left as your father makes his way onto the stage. The crowd cheers for him as he walks. Standing next to the muscular man your father addresses the crowd. "As you know my family has trained quality slaves for near a hundred years now.

And while we make it a point to keep a good stock we have always made sure each slave is of the highest degree in both looks and obedience. As my friend Yole was saying this Ice-Elf is part of a species that just about breeds strong wills and bodies. While this cute little thing here looks dainty she has the power to freeze over this ocean for a good few miles." The crowd is in aw at your fathers words. Though murmurs could be heard as some did not believe him.

"But for those of you who do not believe me. Perhaps a demonstration is in order." Snapping his fingers six other men carry out a large wooden crate. The men are big and just as muscular as Yole. They struggle with the box as they set in next to your father.

"This crate is full of rocks. Heavy as these men will tell you. And to prove my point, Yole if you please." On his cue Yole ran up to the box and jumped off of it rickashaying back the way he came. "Now then if you would please my dear."

Your father and Yole calmly step away from the box, knowing what was about to happen. The Ice-Elf raised her hands to the box before chanting something in another language. When she was finished you see mist coming out of her hands. The kind you would see come out of your mouth on a cold winters day. A moment later that mist multiplied a hundred fold and shot out of her hands, encircling the box.

The large crate was completely entombed in a thick layer of ice. One would have to leave the crate out in the sun for a week if they wanted to get to the box. The crowd was amazed by the amount of power the beautiful girl had. Once done the Ice-Elf stepped back behind your father. "What a women folks.

As powerful as she is beautiful. But for those of you who are worried you cannot handle such a cold bitch don't worry." Your father snaps his fingers towards the Ice-Elf and points down behind him. Understanding his orders the Ice-Elf walked behind your father and quickly got on all fours. Not a moment after she did your father used her as a chair.

"Our slaves know their place and are conditioned against using their gifts against their masters. Isn't that right?" Your father asks the Ice-Elf while slapping her on her rear. "Yes master, I live to serve only." Spoke the Ice-Elf in a foreign accent.

"Now what say we start the start the bidding for our frosty friend here at one hundred gold pieces!?" Almost instantaneously the crowd erupted into a frenzy as the patrons called out their offers. After such a display of power and obedience it was no wonder why everyone was do eager to have such a slave for themselves. As Yole dealt with the bidding your father rises from his seat before offering a hand to the frosty beauty. She graciously accepts before returning back to her place in line.

As your father makes his way off the stage you make your way towards him. "That girl could kill the entire crowd if she wanted to and yet Lord Windrider used her as a seat." Camalia stated in disbelieve. Camalia was so distracted by the display she didn't notice you were walking towards the man she spoke of. "Magic is powerful but if ones will is broken then that power is meaningless."

"Perhaps you intend to do the same to me then? Break my will so I am no better than that ice peasant. Do not compare me to that filthy Elf! As I've told you I am a lady and of a higher pedigree than some two bit wanna be slave trainer!" Camalia begins squirming under you though you easily hold her in place.

"Ah Andrean my boy! You've come at last!" You smile as you eagerly greet your father. "Hey old man! Quit the show you put on!"

Camalia stopped squirming as you and your father converse. Confusion clear on her features. "And quit the little beauty you have there. Can't keep your hands off each other already I see." Eranos says looking at your hand still gripping Camalias breast and Camalia holding you from the side.

Camalia quickly and frantically pushes away from you. You decide to release her so your father can get a better look at her. Camalia quickly holds her arms up to herself to shield her scantily dressed body. "L-Lord Eranos sir! I-I mean you- how do you two know each other!?"

Both you and your father look at each other in confusion before looking back to Camalia. "Andrean don't tell me you didn't introduce yourself to the girl. I raised you better than that." Embarrassed you realize you hadn't actually told Camalia your name. "Ah.....wow I can't believe I forgot to properly introduce myself.

Guess I was a bit too eager to start her training." Camalia looks back and forth between the two of you frantically. Eranos waves his hand up to her, signalling you to speak. "Well go on now. Poor little things looks like her head is going to explode."

Standing tall you face Camalia. She looks at you wide eyed as you speak. "Forgive my late introduction. My name is Andrean Windrider. Heir to the Windrider estate and your new master."

Camalia jaw dropped as the realization hit her. "Wait....so that means your the son of.....of a noble family ranked higher than mine could have dreamed. And now I'm your coming of age concubine?" Both you and your father nod your heads. "So your a former noble then?

Hmm my son has fine taste." Your father muses. "I am not a former noble your Lordship. There has been some sort of mix up! Some men came and took me from my room at the inn me and my father were staying at and threw me in with the slaves! The monsters even took my cloths!

If I didn't take the cloths, um Andrean, got me I would be walking this pier in the state as when I came in this world." Your father raises an eyebrow at this. "Oh? So my boy got you all dolled up before presenting you to me? Well played my boy, well played."

Your pride swells at your fathers praise. "What!? L-lord Eranos did you not hear me? I was kidnapped and have been wrongly sold as a slave! Please you must contact my father I'm sure he will have a reward waiting."

Eranos chuckles at her frantic words. "Oh? And might I ask your family name my dear." Your father leans down to become eye level with Camalia. "Duthrand my lord. My full name is Camalia Duthrand. My father runs a-"

"-A trading post yes. I recognize the name." Camalias face brightens as hope returns to her eyes. "Oh thank the mother of light! Finally someone who can help me!"

Your farther raises his brow once more. "Oh? And why do you say that?" Camalia is confused by your father confusion. You however know your fathers tactics well and know her is setting her up.

"Well you know my family is not one to be made slaves of so you can sort this messy confusion out and help me get home and out of this far too skimpy outfit. And as I've said there will be a reward in it for you so if it's a matter of money then-!" Your father hold a hand up, signalling her to stop speaking. "I said I recognized the name. And that's because my family once had dealings with yours."

Both you and Camalia are surprised by this. You have prepped to take on the family business since you were young but your father has kept you away from the actual business since he wanted you to enjoy your childhood. "So then all the better! You and father have already met! Your heroic saving of his daughter would-"

"Do nothing since your families business is gone, just as your tittle is." Your father states coldly, cutting off Camalia once more. "Your family once transported cargo for me. Not only were their methods outdated but that father of yours was as big a crook as they come. He worked his slaves to death and dared have the nerve to seek my aid in replenishing his workforce for a price that wouldn't have paid for the rags they would wear."

Camalia seems shaken as your father speaks about his dealings with her family. Disdain clear in his voice and anger in his eyes. "The damage your father did to his slaves, his employees and other businesses was more than enough to warrant my destruction of both your business and your family." Both you and Camalia are shocked by his words. "Y-your destruction of my.....what do you......what do you mean?"

"Yes father I am also confused. I thought the North Shanty Trading company was the ones dominating the trade industry." You chime in, genuinely curios. Your father smiles at you warmly. "Well after my run in with this girls father I started that company as a subset of our families slave training.

I needed to focus on my slaves so I left it to a man I knew with radical ideas about how to advance the industry. Honestly I had my doubts but it turns out the man knew what he was doing." Camalia fell to her knees as the news hit her. Her families misfortune and all the turmoil she had endured thus far had been caused by the man in front of her. By your father.

"N-no.....it.....it can't be....." The hope and fire that had been in Camalias eyes completely went out. She couldn't believe it. Had her family really fallen to yours? "It's not true.

It's not true. Your a liar! It's not true!" Camalia begins going frantic as she tries to deny the truth to herself. You step back in surprise.

Dealing with the blond all day you were used to her spurts of anger but this was different. She acting erratic and there was no way you would be able to reason with her. You doubt even your threats would work now.