“I don’t need a protector,” I said as I picked up my pack from where I’d dropped it on the road. “I am a sword maiden, and I am on an errand...for my mistress.”“And how is Belantha these days?”“Did she send you to watch me?”“No, I promise you, she would do no such thing.”“Good. Then I can be about my business.” I shouldered my pack, and started to walk up the road. The man walked with me, and I stopped after ten strides. “What are you doing?”“Why, I am traveling with you, of course. Is there not. I, of course, did as requested and put on a little show for Benny, knowing full well that it would turn him on and of course do the same for me. He continued to cat call me and toss all kinds of lewd comments my way before I finally took a seat on the beach towel and then laid down to soak up the sun.I closed my eyes and thought about how sexy I felt being outside in a string bikini and how good Benny’s cock was going to feel when we got back to the cabin. The warmth of the sun and images of. The crowd was too big for the main square. Isabel had just been auctioned off.The sisters, having been placed behind an improvised curtain, had not been able to see anything, but they had heard the bid—ding and the roar of the crowd.Isabel had been sold to a Miss Bjorn, a land—owner of Scandinavian origin who possessed one of the largest plantations of sugar cane on the continental coast.She had fetched five thousand gold dou—bloons. A man with a strong Spanish accent had bid against Miss. In the beginning, she was telling me about the guy problems she was having. That changed. She ended a turbulent relationship with one of the restaurant's guests after a while. And from that point on she was single, having occasional sex with the manager of Place.But there was no drama involved. I didn't like it though. And I started disliking him for it, despite him being nice to me. She noticed that and felt unconformable about it. I, on the other hand, started realizing that I might be.