Vallah takes advantage

"So you believe you are someone's slave?" Vallah asked.

"Yes, I think I am. I believe I am the property of Princess Fatima Al Durah. Why, do you know her?" Jessica quizzed.

The Princess was indeed known to Vallah. It brought fear to Valah's mind to recall her own encounters with the Princess. But here was this girl who couldn't remember anything, except that her name might possibly be Hanna, and that she believed she was property of the Princess. If this were true, Vallah stood to make a great deal of money for Hanna's return, and she knew it. But what if this girl wasn't a slave? Why should she even care? She could make money off of her either way, perhaps enough to feed her drug habit for quite a while, and maybe even get her out of this part of the city. "Yes, I know her. I can take you back to her if you wish."

"If you can, I'd like that" Jessica beamed. She was totally smitten by that dream, and by her mind's concept of the Princess.

"Well it's late now. I think we should both get some rest. That is unless you like to party?' Vallah threw in as a side.

"I don't feel tired. I think I would like to stay up a while."

"Give me your cash, and I'll be back." Vallah smiled. "I'll bring back some really good shit we can both get off on."

Jessica pulled the wad of cash from her pocket, and handed it to Vallah. "Just keep it as a reward for helping me."

Vallah's eyes grew wide at the size of the bankroll. There must be well over five thousand US dollars, she thought to herself. If she was right, she could pay off her dealer, and not have to sell her ass for him, just to get high off of his diluted stock. Her hands trembled. She had never seen, let alone held, that much cash in her hands. "I'll be back shortly. Then we'll party with some good ale, and some Black Orchid." Vallah leaped across the room to the door, promising to return quickly as she closed it behind her.