The Kalioni blonde

Either of these two scantily clad slaves would normally be far out of the reach of a simple hoplite like you. To have your choice of the pair is enough to make your head spin. The petite brunette's hair is pulled into a tight bun, but if she is indeed from Polhermes you have no doubt that if her combs were pulled free that you'd see the curls the women from her city are known for. The golden hair on the other captive is what truly captures your attention.

"This one will do." You point to the blushing blonde fidgeting before you. You try to play this as cool as possible, but the only blondes you've ever been with are the worn-out whores with bleached hair and sagging breasts who were as fake as the ones dressed up to look like the Huntresses of Artimis. The idea of having this exquisite young blonde attending to your needs is already making your cock stiffen under your armor.

Vasili grins when you make your choice and without any hesitation takes the other curly-haired captive by her upper arm and pulls her away leaving you and the shy blonde standing near the side of the massive tent.

"This way, my Lord." She tells you as she leads you through a gap in the curtain. In the small side room, she carefully removes your armor piece by piece even kneeling at your feet to unbuckle your sandals until your sweaty body is completely exposed except for the linen cloth that covers your loins. On a small table to the side is a bowl of warm soapy water, but instead of reaching for it she climbs back to her feet before you.

After a moment of silence, the girl shrugs the skimpy white shawl from her shoulders and stands nervously before you. "I am here to please you, Lord, in every way but one." Her hands creep together to cover her sex. "No man has used me like that. Not yet."

Her voice has a pleasing accent that you cannot place. She's certainly not from any of the nearby city-states that you are familiar with.

"Are you really from Kalion?" Your question seems to surprise the girl but after a moment of hesitation she nods her head slowly.

"My parents are." Her eyes lift to find yours; they're the color of summer sky. "I was only ten when we moved to Athenapolis, but I still remember the white-capped mountains and the flavor of cider in the fall and the Riders who flew over the city high above the highest towers."

"They're coming to Athenapolis." You tell her. Most of the armies surrounding the city haven't been told this yet, but as one of the scouts on the Northen front it is a poorly kept secret. "A bunch of Riders, the elite Kalion Guard ... maybe even the king."

"Really?" The hope in the pretty blue eyes make you regret sharing this tidbit of information. "Can you get a message to their camp? If you save me from this place, you'd be well rewarded." When she sees you shake your head, she steps closer so her slender body presses against yours. "Kalion is rich and powerful with more gold and jewels than you can imagine. They hate the **** trade, Sir. That's why my parents tried to smuggle me to safety." When you still hesitate, she plays her last card.

"You can have me, too." She pulls herself to the tips of her toes so you can feel the warmth of her breath as she whispers in your ear. "You can be the man who makes me a real woman."