One of Rick’s servants was ready with a towel and handed it to Dakota when she got out of the bathtub.
“Do you get paid to be a servant?” Dakota asked the young woman.
“My family sold me to Rick when I turned eighteen and he has been trying to get me pregnant ever since, he is desperate for a child,” she said.
“How old are you?” Dakota asked, padding herself dry.
“Twenty,” she answered.
“Maybe the problem is with him and not you, have you tried to get pregnant by one of his tribe members?” Dakota asked, looking around for something to wear.
“Here, this is your ceremony dress,” she passed Dakota a red cotton dress and helped her to put it on.
“Thank you,” Dakota said.
“The problem is not Rick. I did fall pregnant once but lost the baby at four months, no one knows,” she said a sadne
