8th Trial of Vhalar, 718
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The slave who greeted Virikai, regardless of beauty and poise, and clearly a very powerful selling point for the Yalta family, did not hold the young lordling’s interest for very long. Virikai, despite being every bit a man in the sense of his own… needs and urges had no interest in picking up a seductive slave who would be ready and open for his every whimsical desire. Instead, he needed slaves of value and use. Not that a slave ready for every sexual whim didn’t have its place in Virikai’s life, but it certainly wasn’t top of his agenda.
Eventually, one of the Yalta brothers - Virikai forgot which one - appeared into the entrance to meet their aristocratic customer and they exchanged flourishing greetings. “I'm looking for a female, young, if possible. Fifteen arcs or so.” He was asked the purpose of the slave he planned to buy, without judgement of course. “Personal use.”
The Yalta son nodded, still smiling at the scion, and directed them through the large doors and up to the facility’s main rooms, explaining how they their training was unrivalled outside of Athart. Virikai could most definitely agree with that statement - although the Academy took responsibility for ensuring each slave was appropriately schooled, the Yaltas were key players in managing the slaves and guaranteeing their effectiveness and value as property. Brought into a relatively small room, Virikai was invited to take a seat on one of the cushioned chairs, the Yalta sitting on another. From there, drinks, nuts to nibble on, and slaves to view would be brought through.
But first, they had to discuss more specifics. “You say ‘Personal Use’ - would you care to elaborate on that, Kai?” Ah, the use of a personal name, a diminutive no less. This was the heir, Giro. “I have plans for her to be a handmaid of sorts to my future wife. I need her to be competent in cosmetology and have good awareness of etiquette and matters of import to members of society. She must be self-sufficient, to an extent: Maebella herself is not wholly prepared for her life as an heiress, so the girl must be completely trained in this role, I cannot afford the time to prepare her myself.”
The lordling paused, considering. Briefly, he remembered a rumour of a slave from Rynmere, now a renowned physician. He didn’t know who that was, but the story was nice all the same. “And she must be receptive to new learning. Maebella has… how should I put it… an unfortunate affliction for being a magnet for danger.” He smiled wryly at the other lordling, “I will be training the girl in simple medical techniques to better support Maebella.”
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