“There was no bidding,” Cotiso said. “I already told you, that’s what I had to do to convince Dardanos.”
Tati raised his cup. “But you still got to keep the slave, didn’t you? I would call that good business.”
“Slave girls her age will pitch you a nice ten silvers easily, if you decide to sell her in the next town. Heck, just keep her ‘till we get to a real city and you’ll get three times as much,” Tsiru added.
“Mister Cotiso was very fortunate today,” Tati’s slave girl, Corina, said softly as she poured her master’s drink. “He got Zalmoxis’ good face and a good deal, both together.”
Corina was a woman of splendid charms.
She was in the second half of her twenties, with long, wavy black hair. Her big breasts and long legs looked so soft that they screamed for a man’s touch. She always knew what to wear to show her sexuality just right, and had a mind as foxy as her Master’s.
She played the ‘slave girl’ act quite well whenever other people were around, but everyone knew that the relationship she and Tati had was obviously not that of a subordinate and master. If anything, sometimes their roles seemed reversed.
“Unless her Master shows up,” Cotiso corrected her.