“I guess we Caileans are the same. If the Baron ever wants to sell you, I will ask him to let me buy you.”
“Thank you, sir. I hope I am good enough to give you pleasure.”
Roza stopped in front of a heavy wood door. Wrought iron hinges creaked as she pushed it open. “My room, Sir.” She stepped inside and shut the door behind them. There was a heavy metal key in the lock. She turned it until the bolt slid home, locking them in the room.
“Here, Sir, take the key.”
“Why?”
“So I cannot leave this room without your permission. I now am your prisoner. You can do anything you want with my body, Sir. Whatever gives you pleasure, and I cannot escape.”
“The Baron made that rule?”
“Yes, Sir. He says that is what all men would do with pretty girls if they were only brave enough, and honest enoug
