The slave slowed her ministrations. But Attila only chuckled and refilled his glass. "Nothing to do with us, little flower," he sighed, drawing the smoke of the pungent cigar deep into his lungs and then letting it out slowly. "I paid for a first class cabin, and that means they fight for me. Not vice versa." He lowered the goblet, offering her a sip of cool wine, then pushed her head back to its earlier position. "Continue." Meekly, the girl did as commanded, her chains rattling as she shifted to a more comfortable position.