HIROKU SAKURA

Age:17

Alianora Cimoren

Age: 16

Alianora wrapped the chain from her collar around her arm so she could move more freely around the room. Passing out tea to possible Masters with a chain trailing around her feet was not good. She could trip and spill the hot liquid all over someone. If that happened, who knows what punishment she'd receive? Well... she knew exactly what would happen. There was hardly a day where she did everything right. She wasn't meant to be a tea server.

Yet... it was the only way to get her presence noticed by people. They wanted her gone, and she didn't blame them. Alianora never really followed the rules that the other slaves did. She didn't like the rules, so she wasn't going to follow them. Or at least try to her best extent.

The slave grabbed a small tray with a single cup of hot tea with a small, white tea pot and some sugar and honey. The slave who gave her the tray pointed in the direction of a young man with silver sitting alone. Alianora raised her brows, then, with a firm wrap on her chain, glided over to the man in red. She bent ever so slightly, and set the tray down, placing the small cup in front of him.

"Here you go, sir." she said with a slight smile.

"Thank you."
He said. He then took a sip of his tea. A smirk scattered across his face.
"Could I please have a massage?"

Alianora lifted a brow, then bowed quickly.

"Of course, sir." she said quietly.

The slave moved quietly behind the man, unwrapped her arm of the chain, then set her long, slim fingers on his shoulders and gently began to rub the muscles. Truth be told, she loved giving massages, but it was so rare that anyone ever wanted one. A small smile flickered across her lips as she let her fingers work their magic on his limbs.

He smiled and looked at the ceiling. He removed his blood-red shirt with ease. Even though he wasn't facing her, he knew she had a collar on.
"Why do you wear a collar?"

A faint blush crossed her cheeks as her fingers prodded his naked back. She hesitated, then cleared her throat as her fingers continued to work.

"Um..well.." she said slowly. "It's... to show that I am a slave up for grabs. Many people who come here look for possible slaves. The ones with collars around their necks inform the people that they are one of those possible ones they are looking for."

He nodded.
"I see."
He smiled.
"I appreciate this."