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LanceHughes -> RE: Vote for a NEW avatar for Lance!!! (7/14/2011 8:43:56 PM)
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ORIGINAL: Charnegui
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ORIGINAL: zephyroftheNorth
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Tell you what, let's have an on-line line. Forms to the right.... LOL!
As long as I'm first in line I have no problem with that
As being the newbie and you're already one of the team... I got to go first.. that's only fair not?
grinnnnnn
Hare-eems have NO lines, now do they?
Service by a hare-eem? Not bad.....
Cool breezes waft through the open windows, arches of delicate stone-work, carved centuries ago. The pool is large and shallow, just deep enough to play in, just deep enough to cover one's waist while standing, hiding whether one is naked or adorned in silk or satin. Body jewelery glints in the diffused light. There are tattoos of every description, color, language and design.
Various small tables are pulled up to cushions throughout the room, between columns and some behind.. There are all manner of fruits, confections and tid-bits of many sorts. Each slave has brought the house delicacy from their residence as they arrived with their Master or Mistress. Of course, each slave brought enough for many people, so the tables are filled to over-brimming.
Masters and Mistresses, slaves of all orientation, sex, color and gender meander through the displays, tasting and commenting on the treasures laid out. All is calm and light. No alcohol is served, but some houses specialize in fruit drinks - cold juices combined with unusual extracts of grasses, roots, and berries. Spices and herbs can be noticed in both the drinks and confections. The tid-bits are discussed as to ingredients, source and taste. "This cracker seems to be similar to those I noticed at Kha-hol's bakery." Much of the conversation is of a teasing nature, trying to get secrets one from the other. "This candy seems to have cumin in it. Am I right?" Overheard guesses give clues and plans are made for the next of these delightful monthly meetings.
Slaves carry medium sized plates so the choices made by their Owners can be gathered. Most Owners carry their own elaborate goblets, many with house-crests engraved in the silver or gold panels adorning the finest crystal. Sips taken along the way are enjoyed, sometimes sharing with a slave to make sure they are not de-hydrated for what is to come later.
After just the right amount of socializing, the host for the day, Lance, claps his hands as a signal for all to return to their chosen seats. Masters clip the collars of slaves that have been frolicing in the pool, a last sip of some strange concoction is taken and the goblet is filled.
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