I have no intention to mingle with commoners at the slave market. A cage? Is he dangerous? Are you trying to assassinate me?”He smiled thinly while ...aking his time to hear the man’s long string of apologies. Only a seasoned money handler like Vachiari could put together so many words to say a simple thing.He put the phone down and called for Cory. A new task was to be added to the servant’s chores.Cory looked fearfully at the heavy irons bars keeping the young male caged inside, and the ones. I’m sure. That is a choice you will have to make if and when the king asks a service to far for you.” He sighed “As a healthy red-blooded man I must tell you, any man who is your future husband will be a very lucky man indeed. Not because of your lands and titles, but because of the person you are.”Jake was embarrassed he had said so much. It wasn’t like him to go around giving advice. Especially not to those of the nobles. She smiled at him for a few seconds then said, “We just met and you. (There's a conference or something).Trolley bags and key cards in hand. "The bar... thirty minutes!" You whisper.Hotel showers. How spectacular they are. Now I am all pink, and towels are everywhere, and the vast mirrors, and I am so happy. My front-bottom sends me a message, but I tell her to be patient. This is going to build.Checking myself out in the lift as I go down to the ground floor. If my 'look' was any minimal, I would be stark naked!Now... my big entrance! It's quiet, some men in. "Snapper...?"What the fuck?Snapper was a nickname Basher Howell thrust upon me during my first weekat junior school when he claimed I was so thin he could snap me in two.It stayed with me until I bade my home town a less than fond farewelleleven years later. I thought I'd made damn sure no one down here knewabout it."Snapper Brookbank! It is you!" she grins. "Don't you remember me?"With boobs that size? I bloody well ought to.I shake my head, and she starts laughing."I'll make it easy for you..