Thoughts About the Feast

In the end, I decided to keep the girl, She, about other services around the House of Clark during last evening's feast. Upon discovering she was not unskilled with T-Accounts, Ledgers and Journals, a Scribe in the House put her to work. She will end up a little inky about the fingertips and weary about the eyes, but I think she is well suited to the task. Emily, too, was given duties outside of the feast hall. I suspect it was the machinations of the girl Phais, whom Emily bested at the Dance Competition during the Fair of En'Kara. Two less slave girls to gossip, then, about the Lady Constance.
She entered on Vesutto's arm, dressed in beautifully tailored, white robes of concealment. Denoting her caste, that of the Vintners, they were trimmed in the embroidered green leaves of the ka-la-na tree. Her veils, seven I conjecture, were of varying shades of green in several thicknesses and opacities. Though of a low caste, as Vesutto indicated, she was apparently the daughter of a wealthy family. He hopes very much that I will consider entering into a contract of companionship with this woman at the termination of the contract still valid with the Lady Jenny. I spoke briefly, politely with the Vintner's daughter, a lady of Thentis, and then turned my attention to the Feast. My fortunes would be well advanced by such a companionship, to be sure. If it were my desire to father children, she would be an apt woman to mother them. Doubtless, Vesutto sees the possibility to further increase his fortunes, somehow, by the arrangement. I have not taken the time to determine the method of his machination, but I have done as he asked of me and considered the Lady Constance. On the twenty-second day of Hesius, by the calendar of my great city, my contract with the Lady Jenny, if not given our signatures a second time, will became invalid.
The feast itself, I would be remiss in not mentioning here, was grand. Every major city on the planet from far off Ianda to nearby Ko-ro-ba was represented. I sat table beside Vesutto of Venna and the Lady Constance of Thentis. Seated at the next table over was the delegation from Port Kar. A ruddy faced fellow, windburned skin and close cropped hair, a tiny gold-earring depended from his left lobe, was accompanied by a larl of a man. Broadshouldered with an aware mien, he had a shock of red hair atop his head and a smattering of freckles across the bridge of his nose. Beneath his white robes was a scarlet tunic. More than a mere Merchant, apparently. I saw, too, a grossly obese fellow garbed in gold from head to toe. The first merchant of Turia, insolent in his entrance, had slave girls dressed in the Chatka and Curla as the imbonded of the wagon people wear tossing the petals of dina in his path. Merchants of Tor wore their swirling robes of rich color and finely wrapped turbans about their head. I saw Prius of the aforementioned Ianda accompanied by his prized girl, Selke. Beside me, earning more than one nod of congratulation by passersby, knelt Joy with a level of demurity I long ago stripped from her. Earlier in the day, I had her coifed and garmented so as not to offend the delicate sensibilities of free women in attendance. I think she found herself longing for the sensuously buttoned, slavishly sheer and cut high on the thighs garment she is normally indulged with. She needn't worry. I will not long suffer having her thighs covered to nearly four horts above the knee.
My girls, red door whores of Ar's infamous Anbar District, served admirably alongside the more thoroughly trained feast slaves of the House of Clark. I found myself keeping track of my beautiful investments at various times during the night. I saw the ire Nirah evoked from more than one woman with her gold ring, so barbaric in the North. Blonde Samantha weathered more than once invective for the inflection of her accent, not of this world, and, I noted, responded well to a brief interrogation from the red haired Merchant of Port Kar. Portia tamed her hair-trigger instinct and avoided the hands that desired to pull her into the darker corners. The Six Girl, bottom whore of my chain, sometimes called Sana, exhibited a grace, too, that did not wholly betray precisely what type of woman she is. New Meat, too, the girl Elise, was lovely to watch. She was harassed for much of the night by the delegation from Cos. Doubtless they detected her accent, not so lyrical as would be a woman of the Builders or the Physicians, but undeniably high caste and of Ar. She comported herself well.
Right. The food was good as well.