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Valencia was having a rather boring evening. She’d chosen not to rent to keep her options open, but it left her without anyone as entertainment for the evening in it’s place. She sauntered out to a quiet area with no one around, trying her best not to pout as she held her champagne in one hand, and brushed a few strands of hair from her face. She heard a noise nearby and turned in surprise to see the young slave sitting there, smoking a cigarette. “What are you doing out here, darling?” she asked softly, knowing how he’d reacted to her before. She wasn’t in the mood to be overly charming, nor cruel, simply in the middle instead. “Are you serving us this evening?”










