Thread: A Vice Of Ash (Starring Collector of Rarities and Erit of Eastcris)

You couldn't afford more than two servings of the liquor I like, teased Ashe, grinning smugly to herself. Ashe had expensive tastes and would even get offended if Vyce got her something that was particularly cheap. That wasn't to say that she put no stock in meaningful gestures she would gladly accept a freshly picked wild flower, but she had a disdain for low-quality products unlike anything Vyce had ever seen before. She had once set her tankard on fire when she'd been displeased with the quality of the mead inside. You might not even be able to afford a single serving of something I like, she continued. Though I suppose I could deign to lower myself to something passable. Given Ashe's tastes, something she deemed passable could still be fairly expensive. She simply snorted and shook her head at Vyce's explanation for why he wouldn't look at her while she was dressing. He obviously had done nothing to change her opinion of the practice. Though there was no hitching post for slaves outside, there was a stables where slaves could be kept overnight free of charge. Despite Ashe's status as property, Vyce was still charged as though she were an extra person for keeping her in his room. When it came time to place her order, Ashe closed her eyes and took another deep breath, sampling each of the beverages and meals by scent before opening her eyes and placing her order. She requested Julian fire-wine, a heavily spiced wine that was fairly expensive, though not preventatively so, and an entire turkey. Even though she was in human form, Ashe still had a voracious appetite that could prove very expensive to sate. She could certainly survive on much less than she actually ate, though she seemed to be most content when she gorged herself. She theorized that most of what she ate went towards fueling her fire, and her flames certainly cooled when she'd gone a day or two without eating to excess, but there was only that anecdotal evidence to go on. For all she knew, the heat of her flames was tied to her mood and the lethargy she experienced on a restricted diet cooled them. Not many slaves could be seen in the tavern, most having been left at home by their owners or sent to the stables so that they wouldn't cost their owners extra money, but a few could be seen kneeling beside their Masters on the floor. Of particular note were the booths, which had small rings built into them for a Master to tie their slave's leash off to. Vyce got a few strange looks when he pulled Ashe into the booth with him, but the onlookers simply shrugged, concluding that they'd likely want to keep an attractive woman close to them as well. Ashe pressed herself to her Master, molding her body to his and ensuring that her breasts pressed to his side, grinning to herself as she did. Ashe enjoyed attention almost as much as she did fine wine, so she would tend to be rather affectionate whenever circumstances called for her to be close to Vyce. I would suggest, Master, she said, her voice low and sultry, that you insist for as many details as possible when we go and meet our employers tomorrow. It would be a shame if another pile of rocks almost topples on you again.