During the times when Marius is preoccupied with his canvas and paints, I have found myself venturing into the Cosian market districts, each time a little deeper and further than the time before. It was yesterday that I found myself in the sort of district that I am not much familiar with. Aside from auction houses that seem to permeate this particular quarter where slaves like me might be traded for coin, there were other types of houses and dens where the rooms are typically rented by the hour rather than the whole night.
It is not at all unusual to be accosted in the street outside of these establishments by one or more kajirae at a time attempting to lure me inside with solicitous expletives, or even beseeching me to purchase them outright. Sometimes with such frantic desperation in their painted eyes that I am unnerved.
On one of these such days I met a girl who was part of a Slaver's chain. A pretty girl whose name I never learned. I do not know what it costs to have such a girl, nor what is involved in obtaining certificates of ownership. I do not know why silver is more valuable than copper.. they shine just the same in sunlight. But I know that I must have this particular girl for my own or I shall die a slow and painful death of relief.
Is it unreasonable that I should desire such a strumpet plaything of my very own? I wonder how Marius will respond to such a petition, and whether he will scoff with objection to such a request? Am I so sheltered from the harsher vicissitudes of everyday life that I believe he would grant me such a thing on a whim? Is my world nothing more than a colorful dichotomy of contradictions behind this façade?
I do not know how to present my case to Marius, yet I am beside myself with desire for that girl.
Captivated. Starcrossed.
Her soul is like Giselle's.
It is not at all unusual to be accosted in the street outside of these establishments by one or more kajirae at a time attempting to lure me inside with solicitous expletives, or even beseeching me to purchase them outright. Sometimes with such frantic desperation in their painted eyes that I am unnerved.
On one of these such days I met a girl who was part of a Slaver's chain. A pretty girl whose name I never learned. I do not know what it costs to have such a girl, nor what is involved in obtaining certificates of ownership. I do not know why silver is more valuable than copper.. they shine just the same in sunlight. But I know that I must have this particular girl for my own or I shall die a slow and painful death of relief.
Is it unreasonable that I should desire such a strumpet plaything of my very own? I wonder how Marius will respond to such a petition, and whether he will scoff with objection to such a request? Am I so sheltered from the harsher vicissitudes of everyday life that I believe he would grant me such a thing on a whim? Is my world nothing more than a colorful dichotomy of contradictions behind this façade?
I do not know how to present my case to Marius, yet I am beside myself with desire for that girl.
Captivated. Starcrossed.
Her soul is like Giselle's.
