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       Ensuring the Great Hall is ready to receive any Visitors
   DIR By: Yana{HoL}
       Date: August 12, 2026, 10:44 am
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       06:58 am)
       .:|His Delicious Blonde|:.
       Sundrop
       Property of Marcus Lycus
       .:RESTRICTED:.
       Second Girl
       .:The House of Lycus:.
       .:|MPG|:.:|PoD|:.
       House of Lycus - Great Hall
       -=is somewhere within, visiting or conducting business in the
       Great Hall of the House of Lycus.=-
       ALL: As second girl of the House of Lycus it was part of my
       responsibilities to ensure that all was in order in the House,
       and to see to it that Great Hall was ready to receive Guests at
       any time, for who could say when visitors might come to the
       House, perhaps seeking to purchase slaves, perhaps for other
       reasons. It was not my place to question those reasons, for I
       was slave. My place was simply to make sure that a warm welcome
       awaited them, that food and drink was available, other services
       too sometimes.
       In some respects such tasks were not entirely dissimilar to
       those that I had carried out when I had been Free, for as the
       Lady Ydril it had behooved me to ensure that I was ready to
       receive Guests at any time, whether that might have been in
       Cardonicus, or even in Torvaldsfjored, where I had on occasion
       acted as the Representative of the High Jarl, trusted by Kael
       Varron to welcome Guests to his Home, escort them from the docks
       to the Long Hall.
       Here, too, I might receive Guests, but my slim, lithe body was
       not hidden under layers of furs needed to keep out the cold of
       the North, nor the robes of a Lady Merchant of Cardonicus, here
       I was naked, absolutely, utterly, a collar of steel locked
       around the slender column of my throat, two brands burned into
       my flesh, the mark of a northern bond maid and the personal mark
       of my Master, Marcus Lycus, the former a common brand, seared
       into the flesh of many two legged beasts like myself, the other
       worn by only one other slave, the first girl, Lily.
       .:|His Delicious Blonde|:.
       Sundrop
       Property of Marcus Lycus
       .:RESTRICTED:.
       Second Girl
       .:The House of Lycus:.
       .:|MPG|:.:|PoD|:.
       House of Lycus - Great Hall
       -=is somewhere within, visiting or conducting business in the
       Great Hall of the House of Lycus.=-
       ALL: Bare feet carried my about the edges of the Hall, where I
       ensured that all was as it should be with the display slaves,
       sluts chained on display in the Hall, where they served as
       advertisement, a taster of the wares to be found within the
       House, each of them knowing that the doors of the Hall might
       swing open at any time to admit a Master - or Mistress - who
       might make an offer for any of them. Such was the nature of life
       as a slave, there was no sense of permanence, a realisation that
       your destiny was not in your own hands, that you might wake in
       once place, with one collar around your throat, and sleep in
       another place, that collar replaced by a different one, the only
       constant being the knowledge that there would be a collar of
       some kind there, even if just a length of rope, for it was said
       that only a fool freed a slave, and most Gorean Men I knew were
       not fools. Even I, second girl, was not altogether immune from
       the threat of sale, could never entirely dispel the thought from
       mind, for I was slave, and like any other slave the thought of
       being sold hung over my head like a sword given the
       circumstances that had seen me enslaved, albeit a sword that I
       thought was distant. But distant was not the same as non
       existent.
       My Master had had offers to buy me. This I knew, for he had told
       me. He might have chosen not to tell me of course, keep me in
       ignorance of this fact, for just as they could be bought and
       sold at the whim of a Master or Mistress, so it was up to the
       Master or Mistress what a slave was told, a fact that I was well
       aware of, for once I had been the one deciding what to tell my
       own slaves.
       But no more. Now I myself was owned, property of the House of
       Lycus, a situation that had come about on accord of my own
       recklessness. Or some might say foolishness. Whoever it was, I
       was sure of one thing as long legs carried me past the kaissa
       table where event had unfolded that night.
       I had no regrets.
       (08/12/26 08:32:11 am)
       .:|His Delicious Blonde|:.
       Sundrop
       Property of Marcus Lycus
       .:RESTRICTED:.
       Second Girl
       .:The House of Lycus:.
       .:|MPG|:.:|PoD|:.
       House of Lycus - Great Hall
       -=is somewhere within, visiting or conducting business in the
       Great Hall of the House of Lycus.=-
       ALL: My movement were those of a slave, a sensual ripple as I
       walked, the sway of hips, the rise and fall of bare tits, every
       step intended to draw the eyes of Men, for even though the Hall
       was currently empty I walked as if it was packed, as if Men were
       looking at me, lusting after me, desiring me. I walked in a way
       meant to make their Cocks throb, even if my holes were reserved
       for the Man whose brand that was seared into my flesh. But other
       Men could look, want, and might perhaps make offer for one of
       the display sluts, or one of the House's other pieces of choice
       merchandise, for instance my own way I too was a display slut,
       albeit one not chained to the wall.
       On the contrary, I could roam the House, indeed would so, as
       part of my duties, though my path had now brought me back to the
       Hall, where I both moved to the dais where my Master's throne
       sat, taking my place on the cushion to one the of it, my knees
       parting as I settled into the position of the pleasure slave,
       cast my blue eyes over the Hall from where I knelt.
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