Sharon's jaw dropped in involuntary shock as she passed through the wide doorframe and entered the Duchess' dining hall. The walls were every ensconced with ivory, glass and silver inlays, and lightly flecked marble; candelabras hung from the cieling to illuminate the whole room with a bright warm light. The dining hall stretched onwards from the doorframe Sharon stood within for at least a good forty feet, and must've been nearly half as wide. Alcoves with broad wooden doors opened back every few yards on either side of the hall, back to the kitchens and other corners of the palace Sharon assumed, and the whole hall was dominated by a wide table of polished oak sitting low to the ground. Gleaming silver trays and goblets covered its expanse, overflowing with fruits and cuts of meat, succulent delicacies that sent Sharon's stomach churning with a hitherto-unrealized hunger.
Instead of chairs, luxuriant silken pillows lined the sides of the dining table, and at the head of it opposite the doors Sharon and the two accompanying slave girls a raised divan sat bathed in light and surrounded by platters of half-nibbled food. Upon it the pale young Duchess who had purchased Sharon reclined catlike.
With one hand, Tiranda was sampling a platter of delicacies; in the other she casually held by her side a long riding crop of white leather. Bedecked in jewelry and with her pure white hair done up high style, Tiranda looked a true regal beauty as she lounged decadently at her table. Like Sharon, the Duchess was completely bare, save a few ephemeral scarves wrapped about her arms; and her massive globes of titflesh quivered as she dropped reached for a candied fruit, glancing up slightly to note Lady Ariel's arrival .. and subsequently flicking her cat-like gaze over Sharon, plump red lips curling up in a girlish smile.
Sharon blushed red at the gaze of her new mistress; and blushed further as she noticed the unmistakable flame-red hair of Lady Jessika bobbing insistently between the Duchess' splayed legs. Tiranda gave no sign of unease at the tonguing she was recieving, and indeed seemed so blase Sharon could hardly believe it... around the table at other pillows lounged several other of the house slaves, including several Sharon had not yet met. None of them were men, and none of them were dressed any heavier than Sharon's companions. For the moment, however, the Duchess seemed to be the only one enjoying any pleasures beyond the food laid out before them.
Lady Ariel crossed the room at took a casual seat at the edge of Tiranda's divan, leaning over to kiss the young Duchess warmly and fondle a nearby nipple, caused the Duchess to emit a tinkling laugh and offer a slice of dripping fruit to the raven-haired slave girl. Sharon blinked nervously as Mei slipped aside and took a spot next to one of the two girls who had gone to attend Tiranda's toilet earlier.
Sharon froze in the doorway, waiting...
Wed Feb 12 19:19:06 2003