Under The Table ||
lostlonepup:
Freki rose a brow as the master approached, he loosely recognised him from the council offices, but he’d never actually spoken to the other. “They are tips. From entertaining.” he lied easily, the bet forms now safely tucked away inside his the cash tin. “Being a claimed slave does have its perks like having a choice on who you do and don’t have to sleep with.” he smiled.
Originally posted by for-the-love-of-rob
“Wasn’t aware we were paying slaves to entertain, claimed or not. So really, where’d you get the money from?” Ben wasn’t going to take it, he was just curious. It wasn’t like he gave the slave money, whatever poor souls did would have to suffer their losses. “Be honest, little one. Wouldn’t want to have to punish you because you like to fib”.
Freki took a minute to weigh up his options before letting out a heavy sigh, and gesturing for the other to join him in the booth. “I figured the staff and other slaves may want to bet too, so I set up one up for them.” he hummed, giving a light shrug.


















