She's terrified

Alicia stands by a table laden with trays of meat, bread and fruit her hands clenched together just below her breasts. If she could see how her breasts were lifted against the gaping 'v' cut into her tunic as part of her processing by the slavers guild, she might reconsider this pose. This is not at all what you were expecting when you selected her from the officer's select holding pens; if you wanted a trembling virgin you would have led her younger sister back to your tent.

"Relax, girl." You huff in exasperation. "I'm not going to jump you like one of those Galatian cutthroats who would fuck a sheep if they could figure out which end to use."

"You're not going to **** me?" For just a heartbeat her face brightens and you remember exactly why you picked her out of all the lovely prizes in the slaver's pen.

"Oh, I'm still going to fuck you, my lovely," you laugh not unkindly, "but we have time, and I have no interest chasing you around the tent like a wild goose." Before she has a chance to protest, you gesture to the food waiting at the table, "Are you hungry?" For a few breaths Alicia scowls at you, but the temptation of the food is too much for her and with a shrug she turns her attention to piling slices of roasted lamb on a slab of bread. Watching her stuff the food into her mouth you wonder how long it has been since she has eaten, but accept this temporary truce for what it is worth. You fill a plate for yourself pouring oil onto the piled slices before reclining on the bed and watch the captured girl as she refills her plate.

"Well, you're no slut." You announce after studying her carefully. "Your sister was right about that." Alicia's nervousness returns as she becomes aware of your intent appraisal; curious about her you fill your goblet once again with wine and offer it to her. "How many lovers have you had?" The pretty brunette pointedly ignores the goblet, but perhaps deciding that conversation - no matter how unpleasant - was better than the alternative, she answers the pointed question.

"Just Aurilius, my boyfriend." Your revised assessment is correct then, this is no slut, and you find yourself envying this Aurilius of hers who was the first to feel her arch in pain as he plucked her flower. Her first and so far, only man but by no means the last. Patting the bed by your side you invite her to join you, curious to see if she will comply. Alicia shakes her head, not willing to risk being that close, especially not on the same bed.

"Did you two fuck often?" You ask, for now ignoring her refusal to join you without taking offense. She squirms at your crude language, but tells you what you've come to suspect.

"No, only a few times. At first I was able to satisfy him with my hands and -" she blushes prettily "-mouth, but after a while that was not enough for Auri." You don't blame the lad, any red-blooded man would want more than an occasional hand job. "Then one night he got me alone and I couldn't get him to stop." You wonder what that first hurried time must have been like for the young lovers, from the strained look on her face you guess it was less than magical. "After that we did it a few more times. I don't like it though, it hurts." Her boyfriend must have been a total shit you decide; to **** his girlfriend into giving up her virtue, and then when she does, not even taking the time to make it good. Makes you look not quite so bad.

"Your boy-friend was a bastard." You tell her stressing the word 'boy'. "If I had been your lover you would have been begging for my cock every chance you could slip away to meet me."

"You?" Alicia snorts, "what would a impoverished free-Rider like you know about pleasing women?" When she sees your eyebrow rise she smirks knowingly at you. "Oh yes, I know an adventurer when I see one. I'm not sure how someone like you was given permission to select one of us," as she speaks her tone grows more confident, "but it is clear that you are not like the others who were allowed to pick over us like boys in a candy shop." She takes the goblet from your hand and takes a good sized gulp before she continues.

"If you had the money you would have chosen my sister, or one of the other pure white-ribbon girls." Her attitude is beginning to irritate you a little, and with a grin of your own, you pour the contents of the small pouch onto the bed by your side. You have the satisfaction of seeing her eyes widen as almost twenty sparkling gemstones roll onto the bed.