(OOC: I didn't realize until now how difficult it was to read the blue dialogue on a cell phone. If the orange doesn't work, PM me about it.)

[Color=orange]"I can clean myself,"[/color] Kengetar grunted. [Color=orange]"I'm not a baby."[/color] 

Melody smiled once more to the man. She nodded her head to him in the same vein of respect that he'd seen her Captain do for her: "Of course. Please, forgive me, Kengetar." 

She waved the women off, speaking again to them in the Old Language of her own people; she gave each of them a new task to which they hurried off to complete. 

Melody continued to watch the man bathe himself, unable to prevent herself from occasionally taking in the impressive view offered at the meeting of his thighs. She would be a liar if she said she hadn't contemplated taking Kengetar directly from the bathtub to her bed. 

But Melody had plans for the barbarian that went far beyond her own sexual fantasies. Kengetar was her ticket to achieving an act of vengeance that had haunted her the entirety of her life. 

[Color=orange]"There,"[/color] he said when he had finished. [Color=orange]"What now?"
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After a gesture from her Lady, the young slave, Frandy, hurried up to Kengetar to offer him a towel to dry and/or wrap himself. She lowered her eyes as a servant would to a Master, seemingly out of respect; in truth, the not-shy and also-no-longer-[i]pure[/i] servant was only trying to sneak a final peek at Kengetar's swinging manhood before it was [i]put away[/i] for the day.  

"[I]Largohu tani,[/i]," Melody chastised the too-bold-for-her-own-good slave. "Ushqim, tani!" 

Frandy backed away from Kengatar to leave the tent and retrieve food as ordered, once again in the Old Language. She couldn't help but look up to make eye contact with the man -- and give him a flirtatious smile, unseen by her Lady -- before she hurried out of the tent. 

"What now?" Melody repeated, returning to the Common Tongue. "Now, we talk. But first..." 

By now, Haayna had returned with a blanket which was now pulled up at the corners and bound into a large ball shape, held together with a leather thong tie. The older slave had set the bundle on the carpeted floor of the lavish tent and now pulled loose the thong; an array of relatively clean clothes pillaged from the now destroyed village spilled out. 

"First, you dress," Melody suggested as she turned to watch Frandy and yet a third slave girl bring in a large platter of meat, vegetables, and roots that were still steaming from having just come off the open pit fire just outside the tent. Melody turned to sit on a padded stool near the table on which the new food joined with fruits, berries, and drinks earlier provided. She told Kengetar, "Then, we eat ... and talk about the future."