Reward Betua for taking such good care of your home.

You {if Polyxena Held = True}leave Polyxena {if Coblaith Held = True}in Coblaith's hands {endif}to get settled, then {elseif Coblaith Held = True}check in with Coblaith briefly, then {endif}seek out Betua. You find her in the kitchen, putting the finishing touches on your dinner for the evening. She jumps slightly when you enter. "Dominus! Greetings. Do you need help unpacking?"

You chuckle. "No, no, Betua - relax. What's for dinner?"

"A hare stew, Dominus."

"Excellent." You run your eyes over Betua's body, then idly graze one of her pink little nipples with your thumb. She winces, but doesn't move away from you. "Don't worry, Betua, I don't require your services in my bed tonight. I'm just sincerely glad to see you. And you've done an excellent job keeping the household running, for which I thank you. I can find no fault in the way things have been in my absence."

"Your servant, Dominus."

"That's right, you are. But even a servant deserves some pretty little things. That's why I brought you something. Lift your hair." Betua hesitates slightly, but does so, gathering her long red tresses in one hand and pulling them up away from her neck. You step behind her and deftly fasten the short necklace - really a choker - that you bought on the road around her neck. She looks down in surprise.

"Oh - Dominus - this is..."

"Unexpected? I found it at a little roadside shrine," you say with a grin. You step back to admire your handiwork. Hanging down from the short cord is a gold pendant: small, but unmistakably a cock and balls. Betua is blushing slightly, but looks flattered. "Consider that a down payment on my next use of you, Betua...and a reminder that while I will always use you, I value you as well."

"Yes, Dominus. Thank you."

You give her ass a light, playful smack. "No need to thank me. I enjoy the sight of a dick pointing to your tits. I'll leave you to finish dinner, now. Have it ready soon."

"Of course, Dominus."

The stew is delicious, and after eating you find yourself so worn out from the road that you retire immediately.