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1st of Summer, 514AV
1st of Summer, 514AVOOCGetting the junky part of the plot out first.
________Earlier this morning...
________“Rufus.” Madison hissed in a commanding tone, fists clenched on her hips, toeing her slumbering slave in his side and technically where his ribs would be. “Rufus get the petch up.”
________She had allowed him a bell more of sleep than was normal, beleaguered to sleep, he finally awoke at a sharp kick above his waist delivered by Madison with a pained groan. The morning was only beginning and the days heat would not arrive until Syna’s light would shine brighter, but for now the early humidity was enough to aggravate his master into violence. Night guarding was a tough thing to do on so little sleep, she had been merciful enough to allow him that extra bell, he looked up at her, questioning, before rising and standing at attention.
________“Petc-” He tried to react to her sudden actions, but she rose a hand, signaling for his silence.
________“I had this brilliant idea, Rufus.” Madison quickly interrupted, continuing on, expecting Rufus’ silence. “I’m going to strike big. Big, you here!” She whispered, grabbing his shirt’s collar and pulling him down closer to hear. They had to be careful, quiet, the Tent City did not take kindly to conniving slavers. “Later today we’re going to Ruby’s.”
________“Ru-”
________“Yes, Ruby’s, I’m going to look through her whores, and I’m going to trick one of them to leave.” Madison was caught in the moment of her plan, the excitement riddled within her eyes, copper flashing eagerly with ideas, and not so ironically metaphorically with mizas.
________Rufus looked apprehensive at the idea.
________”We’re going to lure her out, her place, or mine, doesn’t matter in the end, but you’ll be sampling her for… Quality.”
Madison watched her slave’s expressions transform from doubt, to a cunning mischief, even if he was just an object that didn’t erase the fact he was once a person; all slaves had been people, but now were objects to be controlled and used. People had needs, especially males, she considered the offering to sample a stock product before putting it on display for potential customers a glorious bonus for him.
________”How are we going to do this?” Rufus questioned, spurring on Madison’s spontaneous plan even more.
________”Simple, I go in, you wait outside, I spew some bullshyke about you being my brother, its your birthday, and then I’ll wave a big bag of coin in her face to do it in a more private setting.” The grin was so wide on her face it could have stretched as long as the lone river cutting the city in half. “Its perfect.”
________“Perfect.” Madison empathized with confidence to Rufus. “Come, we must grab what is needed for later.” Letting her slave go, the snake turned to leave the tent, a bounce in her step in anticipation for what was to come.
________“Rufus.” Madison hissed in a commanding tone, fists clenched on her hips, toeing her slumbering slave in his side and technically where his ribs would be. “Rufus get the petch up.”
________She had allowed him a bell more of sleep than was normal, beleaguered to sleep, he finally awoke at a sharp kick above his waist delivered by Madison with a pained groan. The morning was only beginning and the days heat would not arrive until Syna’s light would shine brighter, but for now the early humidity was enough to aggravate his master into violence. Night guarding was a tough thing to do on so little sleep, she had been merciful enough to allow him that extra bell, he looked up at her, questioning, before rising and standing at attention.
________“Petc-” He tried to react to her sudden actions, but she rose a hand, signaling for his silence.
________“I had this brilliant idea, Rufus.” Madison quickly interrupted, continuing on, expecting Rufus’ silence. “I’m going to strike big. Big, you here!” She whispered, grabbing his shirt’s collar and pulling him down closer to hear. They had to be careful, quiet, the Tent City did not take kindly to conniving slavers. “Later today we’re going to Ruby’s.”
________“Ru-”
________“Yes, Ruby’s, I’m going to look through her whores, and I’m going to trick one of them to leave.” Madison was caught in the moment of her plan, the excitement riddled within her eyes, copper flashing eagerly with ideas, and not so ironically metaphorically with mizas.
________Rufus looked apprehensive at the idea.
________”We’re going to lure her out, her place, or mine, doesn’t matter in the end, but you’ll be sampling her for… Quality.”
Madison watched her slave’s expressions transform from doubt, to a cunning mischief, even if he was just an object that didn’t erase the fact he was once a person; all slaves had been people, but now were objects to be controlled and used. People had needs, especially males, she considered the offering to sample a stock product before putting it on display for potential customers a glorious bonus for him.
________”How are we going to do this?” Rufus questioned, spurring on Madison’s spontaneous plan even more.
________”Simple, I go in, you wait outside, I spew some bullshyke about you being my brother, its your birthday, and then I’ll wave a big bag of coin in her face to do it in a more private setting.” The grin was so wide on her face it could have stretched as long as the lone river cutting the city in half. “Its perfect.”
________“Perfect.” Madison empathized with confidence to Rufus. “Come, we must grab what is needed for later.” Letting her slave go, the snake turned to leave the tent, a bounce in her step in anticipation for what was to come.
