Veroe
Maestro/Truthseeker
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IC: Severa Duhaveline
Lot number 42 stepped onto the platform of the Central Avenue Auction house. He was billed as a hard labor slave, so he was allowed to wear a t-shirt and shorts. If he was the usual kind of slave Severa purchased from this house he'd have been without them, but they hadn't gotten to the point in the auction where they'd be selling the loveslaves she usually bought from them. This one was a man, handsome, with a strong broad-shouldered physique. When he lifted his shirt up he revealed a muscular torso. He turned around showing a broad back with scars from a lash peppering it as well as a removed tattoo in the shape of the eagle and shield of the Imperial Legion. He was a caught deserter, or someone so dishonorably discharged that they were sold into slavery. Poor man, he'd die not in honor fighting his country's enemies on the battlefield but in some farm field or mine being worked to death.
Lycretia Validar, Countess of Goldpeak, walked into the auction hall. Severa's eyes narrowed. She operated a business of supplying highly trained courtesans for the upper echelons of Vampire society. Severa rather disliked the Countess. Not only was she her chief competitor in the business, and had always looked down her nose at Severa for her origins being much closer to that of Lot number 42's than a pampered member of the nobility born to all the perks of being a Vampire in the empire like her. Also, Sadly, it was an attitude that was common among the majority of her customers, and she suspected Lycretia had used that bias ruthlessly to muscle her out on many a business oppurtunites despite her girls being far superior to any owned by the Countess.
They engaged in conversation...well...more like the conversation between a snake and mongoose. No one irritated her more than Lycretia Validar and in pitch of pique she decided she'd do something she thought possible but history and Lycretia thought impossible.
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By the next night it was raining, and it fell in sheets on the old paint factory she'd bought and completely refurbished into her home and training compound, for her and her girls and now the former soldier now the new slave she'd bought from the Central Avenue auction house. The Auction house staff brought the former soldier inside her home in shackles.
She stood facing him arms crossed and looking him over as if he was a piece of meat on the butcher's table. "Remove his chains."
Three of her girls, all ravishingly beautiful, approached him and began freeing him. He outsized all of her girls but her training had taught them all how to turn his strengths against him through, pressure points, leverage, and generally just defending themselves. If he tried anything with any of her girls he'd find himself pinned on the floor and screaming for mercy as an arm or leg was pinioned behind his back to the breaking point.
Now free of his bindings her girls left him and Severa stared into his eyes. "I am your new owner. My name is Madam Severa Duhaveline. You will call me Madam Severa. Do you understand?"
She continued with a smile flashing her fangs to his gaze. "I am a trainer and manager for the best Courtesans serving the upper level of this Empire." She gestured to her girls.
"What could I want with you," She surmised with a shrug, "I purchased you instead of letting you be condemned to work until the day you die in some farm field or mine somewhere to prove a point to a woman I detest greatly. We made a bet for a considerably amount of money, and also if I win she will be very humiliated. I greatly want that, understand?"
"This bet," She continued, "Is on whether you can learn to be a courtesan of the same caliber as any of my girls here or not. My rival thinks men are too basic and unruly to ever take to the self-discipline that is required to be a true Imperial courtesan. I believe she is wrong. I believe anyone man or woman can rise to the occasion if he or she puts their will to it. In nine weeks is the Princess Elayda's eighteenth birthday. There will be a great party and I will give her you as a gift for that night. You please her demanding standards I shall win the bet and you will prove men can be just as good as any courtesan in the Empire."
"That is why I purchased you," She told him, "Once that is accomplished and my competitor has eaten crow for supper. I swear I will free you and you can go on about your life doing whatever you want."
"So, we have weeks to teach you skills and disciplines that normally take years to master to the degree you will have to master them," She stressed, "To do this in that short a time you will have to endure a non-stop and unrelenting pace of training and mastering each and every skill that can be expected of a courtesan. I will push and push and push you to the breaking point. And the only way that could possibly work is if you fully commit to it. If you fight me or the training in any way...well tell me now. I'd rather not waste my time with you, if you're not at least willing to try. I can always return you to the auction block and let you work yourself to death in some field or mine or wherever."
She came up to him then and offered her hand for him to take. "So what's it going to be. Dying a slave or working hard for your freedom?"