By mid morning, the group was closing on Mavvus. They were satiated, the squirmy women were mostly curious of their new surroundings. Mara and Rinis watched them still but they were letting the women near the back edge where they could look at the taller buildings that started to crowd the banks around them.
The Warrioresses were quiet and satisfied. Janis sat among them, and laid back appearing to rest. Saucrem and Ein giggled in the pygmy's gibberish. Marcos and Kaarthen sat with Metacari. Of the people on the boat, they were the most alert as they lay back.
Kaarthen spoke up. Her unbraided white hair was pooled over Marcos and Metacari as she reclined over them. She was starting to get the 'glow of pregnancy' and seemed luminescent. "Where are the women going to stay?"
"In Mavvus of course." Marcos leaned over to the side and tapped a lounging boatman. "Municipal docks first right?"
He barely stirred turning to look. "Ah, yes sir."
Marcos rolled back to the women. "The Warrioresses and Janis may want to find an inn. The Crown has several inns for its guests, who for whatever reason don't stay in the Palace apartments."
Janis nodded slowly. "That'll work."
After another hour of lying back floating along through the city, the crewmen got up and poled the boat over to the wide low municipal docks.
Marcos stood as they closed in. "Alright, four blocks up we get the women in the door of the house. Three blocks slightly to the right on the embassy row and we'll find one of the foreign lodging houses. That will then take us directly to the Palace." He looked around expectantly. "The women have priority. Nothing will happen, but they can still wander off. We'll move slowly and try to stay out of the crowds."
The boat touched up against dock after a few minutes and they hopped out. They made an odd procession. Marcos led well in front as a vanguard, Kaarthen and Metacari headed the group. The women were herded by the Warrioresses and Janis on the sides. Mara, Rinis, and Ein pushed them up from the rear.
They passed through the warehouse area near the docks into the commercial district. They were able to skirt the crowds of bustling preoccupied shoppers. On the outside of the markets and stores, they came to the edge of the residential districts.
One house stood wider than most and had a black and gold iron fence along the street. It was subtle in its security but it was very secure looking nonetheless. Marcos led the group to the black lacquered double doors and knocked quickly.
A slat opened at the side and Marcos turned showing his gauntlet. With a rush, several locks were thrown and the door pulled open. Marcos led them in to an empty parlor that reeked of incense. Kaarthen couldn't see who opened the door since it pulled back into the corner. Before them, Marcos parted a curtain and they walked into an empty white paneled room with crème colored furniture. A bar on the left and slot in the wall like a restaurant's serving counter were unattended and left dark.
The pale women sat down subdued. After a moment, two women came down. One was a fairly tall red head with lively green eyes. She was well curved with a black dress and a red shawl. The other was short slim dark haired woman. She seemed nervous like a bodyguard. She wore dark pants and a blouse. She seemed to hide behind the other woman and was distinctly plain looking.
The red head spoke first. "Hello, Master Panthi, and greetings, Lady Vixtorixx." She said with a gracious curtsy.
Kaarthen noticed her accent compared to the other citizens in the city. She was from the tower.
"Hello, Lauren." Marcos nodded. "I come today in hopes that you may have room for Sisters we brought out from the cold."
The redhead 'Lauren' cocked her head curiously. "Oh?"
Marcos gestured to the fidgety group as they squirmed among themselves. "These women were captured in Sellis and used harshly though they have no scars."
"Oh?" Lauren looked mollified at the fourteen women.
They seemed unconcerned with being discussed and in their usual way, they seemed to move constantly without leaving the couch.
Marcos nodded and added quietly. "They have cravings. They are compliant, and if anything you will find they are overly accepting."
"Oh." Lauren took out a fan, fluttered herself, and seemed to think about what she could do.
"They are quiet and won't trouble you. I believe they have various experiences already. They are very well trained submissives."
"Oh." She said with understanding.
The dark haired short woman rudely pushed her. "Say something to him."
The redhead paused. "Fourteen women. You are allowing me use. You are not authorizing training. They are likely best used as fluffers, fuckdolls, or in the orgy rooms."
"That will be all." Marcos turned and stopped, and snuck a look at Janis. "I'll authorize training on whatever they can do." He quickly turned and left.
"What can they do?" Lauren asked Janis now.
"Listen most likely. Marcos likely meant them as gift to a foreign court. He'll send a few with a spy to augment them. They are simply quiet dolls who like cum." Janis tapped one of the quieter women on the head, she just stayed still looking down. One of the others looked over at her expectantly with bright eyes.
"I will train them." Lauren bowed.
Kaarthen noted the difference in manner as they left. Lauren was docile and obedient with Marcos, and almost militantly obedient with Janis.
