Crawling like the slave she is

She is to crawl and be on her knees when ever she is talking to a Master.




PS: I now Own her. Is that right aya

*fist placed on the handle of hie sword, calls the slave to crawl to his feet. Grabing her collar, tags it up and reads his initials on the turian. As he let the steel fell of his hand on the slaves chest, arange himself comfortably on the furs and taps the slaves left thigh commanding her to get his blackwine. Leans back and place the sword to his right, as he wonders how another free could claim what is his for himself*