[11:46] Hakimba: i want a cold paga too
[11:46] Hakimba: very cold plase
[11:46] Calais: cold paga for both .. hmm .. well will be cool, but not cold.. unfortunately here it is verra hard to serve cold drinks..
[11:46] Calais: but cool, yes can do cool!
[11:47] Calais: and that would be Sa paga ..?
[11:47] Hakimba: yes that is fine
[11:47] Hakimba: very fine
[11:47] Calais: Sa paga for You also Master?
[11:48] Calais: guava allways wonders .. do Tuchuks drink sul paga at all?
[11:48] Hakimba: I am Kataii from birth
[11:48] Kutaituchik: I never do
[11:48] Kutaituchik: its sa paga or arkhii
[11:48] Hakimba: and i like to try new things
[11:48] Kutaituchik: arkhii is fermented bosk milk
[11:48] Calais: there have been Tuchuks come here request it, it must be of course up to the individual
[11:49] Hakimba: probably
[11:49] Calais: so two cool Sa pagas.. yes?
[11:49] Kutaituchik: thats would be great
[11:49] Hakimba: yes
[11:50] Calais smiles .. and with a whirl of ebony she moves to the kitchen, her eyes already focused upon the shelves and the bowls there stacked neatly.
[11:51] Calais reaches up for the first bowl, having to lean over the shelf as to hook her fingers into the rim of it, taut muscles accentuated by her straining as she bought the first bowl down, studying it for any visible flaws, admiring the vessel as the soft glow of tharlarion oil lamps send shadows of a woman dancing about the tavern walls.
[11:52] Hakimba enjoys the dancing shadows
[11:53] Calais nodding satisfied, she then reached for the second bowl, slender fingers cradling it from the shelf as her firm buttocks peeked from beneath the camisk, admiring the intricate details of the bowl she searched it for any obvious damage that may displease, and pivoted upon a dainty foot to face them, a bowl in each hand.
[11:53] Kutaituchik Kroitschov stretches his legs, which are tired from the long kaiila travel through the desrt, he hopes th stable slave will watee the animal enough
[11:55] Calais taking the first bowl, and softly as her nipple kisses the rim, she rotates it, a low gutteral moan escapes glossed lips as she uses her own slave flesh to detect any chips that may displease.. her nipple now hardening even moreso as the second bowl is bought to her chest and turned much the same way.
[11:55] Hakimba licks his dry lips as he feels the thirst in his throat
[11:56] Calais reaches for a rep cloth, flicking it about before she proceeds to polish each bowl with vigor, her ample breasts jiggling a bit as she dilligently removed any trace of a slave's touch to them, bringing them to a polished finish.
[11:57] Calais setting the bowls down as she glides .. soft womanly curves carving the air about her she moves to the cool storage, the wooden door sweating beads of condensation from the ice barely able to survive in such parched heat, she opens the door as the sudden assault of cool air sends ripples of shivers to course her naked flesh.
[11:58] Kutaituchik sees some dades at the wooden table before him in a palmwood bowl He bends ove rand stretches his arm to take one. He could have asked the girl to bring him of th eftruits but he knows she is too busy preparing the paga. The dade he has taken he carefully laces in his mouth and he starts sucking at it, enjoying the flesh of the desert fruit
[11:59] Calais slipping her hand into the strap of a bota .. she shudders .. the cool feeling much contrast to her own simmering heat. Grasping boh bowls in her hands, and holding them close to her belly she saunters back to Them, folding long legs of chocolate beneath her .. she places the bowls aside and enjoys the slither of a bota strap down her arm.
[12:00] Hakimba sees the girl kneeling close to him and is looking forward to the drink
[12:01] Calais placing the bota between firmly toned thighs, smiling as she sees the Master enjoying the fuit, she leant down as thick tresses rain down and lick her exposed breast, her tongue cousring over the neck of the bota as she would a Master's shaft before inviting lips grasp the cork, a sudden tug sending her chest to *bounce* and her open palm catching it, she lifted a bowl and began to pour...
[12:03] Hakimba breathes the aroma through his nose
[12:03] Calais ensuring the golden potency of Sa paga swirls its way right to the rim of the bowl, she sets the bota aside, holding the vessel between the valley of ample breasts silently wishing good health and happiness for the Master before raising it above her lowered head and speaking "Master i bring You Sa paga, it was with joy a slave had honour serve You this day!"
[12:04] Hakimba takes the paga from the girl feeling the cool of the bowl
[12:05] Kutaituchik enjoys the fruit and slowly eats the purple inner of it, then he feels the wooden core of the dade, which he spits out in his hand. He studies it and then swings it to the knispering woodblock fire behind him
[12:05] GS-LiveServe-Footed Paga Bowl: Unable to find specified agent to request permissions.
[12:05] Paga-Sa-Tarna fluistert: Icy cold, this drink will refresh your senses, Hakimba Oakleaf.  One does not know, truly, what it is to stand, until one has fallen. Once one has fallen, then one knows, you see, what it is to stand.
[12:06] Hakimba drinks a first big sip feeling it cooling his burning tongue
[12:06] Calais feeling the vessel taken from her hands, allowing them rest back to her thighs she smiles again "Master, may a girl please be excused serve the Master Haruspex His paga?"
[12:06] Hakimba: sure guava Kutai is thirsty too
[12:07] Calais: "yes Master, thank You" shifting back respectfully, the bota slung once more over a slender shoulder, she took the bowl cradled close to her belly and once more knelt, closer to the Master.
[12:10] Calais holding the still uncorked bota, she lifted the bowl and as the strong liquid swirled about the belly of it, sheimagined herself filled by a Strong Master .. the liquid kissing the rim of the bowl as she allowed it then rest to her generous womanly bounty again .. she silently wished the Master good health and happiness before raising it high above her bowed head .. the words spilling from a velvet tongue "Master .. a girl brings ou Sa paga, in hope You find it as pleasing as it was for guava serve You"
[12:10] Hakimba Oakleaf: the paga refreshed me so i can go may way
[12:11] Calais smiles hearing the Master speaking He must leave
[12:11] Kutaituchik feels the ebony skinned slave very close to him, her vibrating body has a strange attraction, he feels even warmer then before. His hand washes some sweat from his forehead.
[12:12] Kutaituchik sees the and hears the words of the black tanned slave girl, he sees the sa paga she serves him, he takes the bowl from her hands and brings it to his lips, lookin at the firm breasts of the slave while he drinks, looking over the rim of the bowl to the dark tits with the broad nipples of the sensual kajira
[12:13] Calais remained poised .. holding the bowl until the strength of Manly fingers took the vesel from her delicate embrace, gentle hands fluttering down to her thighs as she smiled to Him.