South Along the Olni

originally posted August 10, 2006

We are west of the Olni River, trekking south toward the Vosk. Our caravan is Lara bound at the moment, another city of the Salerian Confederation. Lara is one of the major gateways between the northern part of the world and the south, probably the largest, but I am not certain. Going north-to-south, one reaches Lara by way of the Olni River, either upon it or the roads aside it. These are not highways, but simple paths worn bare of grass by the travelers before us. Going south-to-north, one reaches Lara by the Viktel Aria and the Vosk Roads. One may arrange barges or ferries to traverse the mighty Vosk at most towns along the Vosk, of course.
It has been a long time since I have been home.
I visited the leather worker last night, as intended, to have another of the women I own pierced. Naked Slave, like Elise, was pierced once before. The job, then, would prove to be simple. I don't know that he even needed to sterilize the needle, but he did so. He glanced disapprovingly that the lobes were permitted to close, amidst the unnecessary asseverations of Naked Slave that they were not, indeed, closed.
"I do not know why fellows remove them in the first place," he groused.
"She has pretty tits, by the way." I thanked him for the compliment. I suppose it is difficult not to notice such a thing on a scantily clothed woman and nigh impossible on one kept nude to the collar. There are many fruits in the produce bins; melons, larma, peaches, tospit and more. Each is sweet and juicy in its own way.
"I saw a dancer in Port Kar, once, that was pierced through the nipples," I informed the fellow with a smile and a surreptitious wink.
His comment about Naked Slave's breasts brought the notion to mind.
"Perhaps I will have those pierced instead."
To be sure, I did see a girl with her nipples ornamented in Port Kar once. I think, however, it was done with a clamp of some sort or more likely some type of adhesive. It was not without interest, but I had no real intent of doing this to her breasts. The reaction from her and every other girl in the room, understanding that such a thing could be done on a whim was more than enough to sate me. I will say that the overwhelming response in the girls, on average, was not one of revulsion, but a sort of curiosity that put a squirm in more than one pair of hips. It was a good thing to know. I once had a companion who was fond of the platitude, "All learning is knowledge and therefore good." Or something like that. She was a self proclaimed 'Genius On Two Planets' so she was given to rambling on. Usually about rocks. And dirt. And the Principle of Horizontality or some such thing. Occasionally she said some things worth recollecting. I will say that I was surprised that the Principle of Horizontality was, essentially, about dirt. And rocks.
When it was all said and done, I had Naked Slave's ears repierced. She sports a retaining wire through each penetrated lobe as does Elise and Six.