Ibrahim of Tor; Mina is given a camisk

"Does it please you, Master?" Mina asked me, unsure of herself.

I could understand her trepidation. Most of the time, she is kept nude or thrown a piece of rep cloth to wrap about her hips. If I take her into the city, I might allow her a girl tunic that shows off her legs. She stood before me this morning, however, modeling a rather plain camisk that fell to just above her knees. It was sleeveless, of course, as she is a slave. The neckline, unusually, did nothing to display the curve of her bosom.

"I am pleased," I assured her.

I will have guests this evening. I reacquainted myself with the Merchant, Ibrahim of Tor, while I was at the markets of Venna, bartering wine and olives for cheeses and bread. The Merchant had accompanying him several wards, a dozen or more free women. As they were free women, I did not bother to take an accurate count. Where free women are concerned, estimates suffice. Accordingly, Ibrahim and a dozen or so free women will be guests at my Vennan domicile. I thought it was only polite to give Mina something somewhat modest to wear. I will have to encourage her to reacquaint her right knee with her left knee, as well. They've scarcely touched one another since I locked steel on her throat during my stay in Port Kar.