Firelight and incense, gleaming gold and blood red silks, her feet made no sound on the thick carpet that ran down the middle of the temple. A word others might avoid, but she didn't this was a temple of lust. She was nude save the delicate lacy looking gold bands on her wrists and ankles, marking her as already assigned. Any might look and indeed she was far from bothered by the eyes that watched her. She would have been more upset had they not. The House of Sinra was not as some commoners thought a whore house. Every member, male and female was trained to be masters of their own bodies, masters of their own sexuality. And as those who came to the House and made deals for their companionship, masters of pleasing others.
Those who came where not allowed to choose, rather they came to the matrons and over a long almost courtship they were presented to a few that would match their personality, even then it was not the new patrons choice. Her Lord had only match one other and it had taken no discussion between them to make a choice. His hunger had shown through, not for just sex but pain and control. He was a candle to her that brought light but also brought pain when she danced too close to his fire.
She reached the end of the carpet and seemed to wilt like a flower to the floor. Long moments she held perfectly still in the position of pure submission. "Child, you grace us well. It is not for error I call you. Retire to your chamber I shall fetch you soon." The breath she hadn't realized she held finally released. If not a fault, then why? She wanted to pace and demand some answer, but she had been trained very well.
Her room remained, a sign to all that she did not belong to her Lord, but to the House. She had been an unwanted burden, but healthy and with a promise of beauty as a young child. Her family had sold her for a price equal to a harvest. In addition they would receive a small portion of her first five years of service. This bargain always had more More families offering children than they required. Her earliest memories were not of her family but of the creche, a separate estate gardens, sunlight, laughter, lessons in history, art, music... so many things her families poverty would have denied her. All were encouraged to be curious, only those with the right nature remained, others were sent away to other tasks better fitting their natures. Only at adulthood had she been taken into the House proper to be assigned to a Matron and finish her training.
Of the twelve age mates she started with only two others remained, a handsome male and his twin sister both as golden as the sunlight streaming through the window. Last she had heard they were going to a couple with royal blood to be pampered pets. She watched the courtyard, the unmatched at play or leisure, some practicing their flirtations. Oddly very few indulged in sex for the sake of simply fucking in the House of Sinra, Sex was pleasure yes, but also their task. She was lost in thought as the door opened and a young trainee cleared her throat and shifted nervously. "Our Matron asks that you come now to her chamber."
She raised one perfect arched eyebrow, the girl was such a nervous nature, lovely, would be gorgeous in a year or so more, but that timid streak.. Perhaps she was being raised for a marriage. Such happened from time to time. She headed off down the hall, every evening that she had been here she had made this journey to report her account of the day and her thoughts of her lessons. This apartment made her chamber look like a storage closet, but Matron in her day had been highly sought after, even claiming a king as a patron. But the power lay in the hands of the Magi now and her Lord was one of the more powerful ones. She held her head proudly.
"Child what do you know of your Lord's apprentice?"
She frowned and her composure must have given away her surprise as the Matron's switch instantly struck her legs like a naughty student. But of anything she could have been asked today, accused of, told.. that was one subject she simply had never thought to have to speak of.
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