The group of powerful man and officials were gathered at one of the best resorts in the region…. They chose that place so they all can discuss more personal matters freely without any disturbance from the peering eyes of the media and the public….
“Has the magistrate arrived…?” Asked one of the officials to his comrade, while his eyes fixated to the athletic, well-toned body of Abigail who was in her slave tunic, with wide cuff bracelet on her forearm, hair banned, showing her long neck, who was standing two steps behind Dorian, chin straight, gaze down….
“I don’t believe he has….” Said his friend, who too admire the rare beauty from of a house slave….
What a lucky Dorian to have such a good quality slave….
I wonder if he would sell that one to me…
I wish I have that kind of slave…..
