Telnus Market

 This is a transcript of a role-playing scene on a Gor-themed platform, likely IMVU, depicting two separate slave transactions and the immediate aftermath:

Part 1: The Sale of Kira

• A slave girl named Kira is brought to a market auction block by two city guards. She is described as curvaceous and openly displays herself to potential buyers, smiling and swaying.
• Ubara Vanora is examining a pale, distressed slave (from the previous scene with SilverGanymede) and has her guard Tristan position him in the shade. Vanora lifts the pale slave's chin and examines his eyes, seemingly unaware of Kira's arrival.
• Another slave, Siah, is brought before Vanora by a guard and kneels nervously at her feet.
• The pale slave addresses Vanora, calling the men who sold him "monsters" and pleading for help.
• Vanora questions the pale slave about his use of the word "monsters" and allows him to look at her. She also gently strokes Siah's hair, who is clearly anxious.
• The pale slave expresses confusion about the word "men," further highlighting his unfamiliarity with Gor.
• Kira attempts to attract attention, smiling and using sensual body language towards a man in purple standing near Vanora, assuming he might be influential.
• Vanora coldly asks the sellers of the pale slave their price ("How much?") and winks at Kira. Tristan reassures Kira that the Ubara will attend to her shortly.
• Kira respectfully acknowledges Tristan.
• Berek arrives at the market, observing the scene with curiosity.
• The sellers of the pale slave ask for five silver tarks, claiming he is an exotic.
• Vanora counteroffers three silver tarks, citing faulty papers and the need to educate the slave. Tristan chuckles at Kira.
• Kira, overhearing the price, subtly suggests she can sew, dance, and cook.
• The seller of Kira tries to negotiate with Vanora, highlighting Kira's unique appearance and potential for profit.
• Vanora sighs audibly to pressure the slaver.
• The seller of Kira lowers his price to six silver tarks.
• Vanora agrees to six copper (a lower value than silver), takes the slave papers from Tristan, pays the slaver, and takes the rope lead of Kira. She sternly tells Kira to stop her display and instructs Tristan to put a city collar on her.
• Kira expresses relief at being purchased and calls the collar "home," nuzzling Tristan.
• Vanora smirks and declares Kira belongs to Tristan for the night. Kira expresses honor and goes with Tristan.

Part 2: The Pale Slave's Acquisition

• The sellers of the pale slave eagerly accept Vanora's offer and leave.
• The pale slave cautiously touches Vanora's foot, looking up at her with grateful tears, feeling safe from the "monsters."
• Vanora strokes the pale slave to calm him and asks if he knows what a purple collar she shows him is.
• The pale slave identifies it as a collar.
• Vanora clarifies it is her personal collar, promising no one will touch him without her permission and collars him.
• The pale slave asks if this means "no more monsters."
• Vanora reassures him ("No more monsters...") and takes him with her towards her home.

In summary, this scene depicts two simultaneous slave transactions. Vanora, the Ubara of Telnus, acquires a seemingly innocent and traumatized albino slave from foreign traders and, in a separate transaction, purchases a more overtly sensual and eager slave girl, Kira, for her guard Tristan. The scene highlights the power dynamics of Gorean society, the commodification of individuals, and the contrasting reactions of the two newly acquired slaves.

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GroundAshes: *The girl named Kira walked through what she assumed was a market; the sounds of people chattering, money exchanging through verbal agreements and coins dropping fill her ears. The weather was nice and warm, she was wearing what she was delivered in, blue strips of clothing barely covering her large plump breasts, brown dyed linin sewed together and attached to the blue strips donned her body. Her thick thighs and hips nearly burst out the seams from how thick and curvy her body was. Her mixed skin tone blowed in the sun, sweat starting to drip down her face as she was covered in a hood, her hands tied behind her back as she was brought in with two guards of the city. This was it, she was going to hopefully be purchased, she was a fully open and trained, very knowledgable. She was roughly eighteen years old, and her fate was in the hands of some random stranger. Kira was guided up the steps to the auction block, and directed to stand still. She didn't answer, but did as she was told, and the hood was ripped off her head, her golden brown hair wild from the hood and the sweat from wearing the hood. Her blue eyes scanned the market, and in true slave fashion, she started smiling, and swaying her body side to side to show she was not afraid for them to look upon her.*

VanoraSkarlakMaekir: /me looked at the pale beasty kneeling down, struggling to see her or anything for that matter. She gestured for Tristan to take a position for the beasty to be in the shade and able to look at her while she lifted his chin with two fingers firmly but not painfully. "Let me see those eyes." She did not notice another slave being brought to her yet.

SiahDraccoDakarai: -Having been brought to the Mistress by one of the personal guards Siah shyly kneeled at the Mistress's feet trying to calm her breathing and fast beating heart. Looking around at all the people she statred to panic but stayed at the Mistresses feet-

SilverGanymede: The poor creature was shielded by the guard's body and felt the fingers beneath a delicate, albeit strong chin, forcing that gaze upwards. The slave blinked owlishly, now able to see a bit better with the assistance of the shadow falling across the pale face. The eyes were a pale shade of gray, brimmed with thick, white lashes. A plump lower lip trembled, and both hands lifted pleadingly, fine skin roughened by the rope with which it had been bound. "Please, Mistress," came that soft, clear voice. "Please, the monsters took me..." The slave's gaze darted back to the two men who had possession of it. "The monsters took me..."

VanoraSkarlakMaekir: /me raised her eyebrow at his words as she heard him call the two men Monsters. "Monsters? You mean men?" I looked more into his eyes and lifted his chin more. "You have permission to look at me, I want to see those eyes some more." I softly spoke with authority while her other hand stroked the pretty blond girl's hair that kneeled down next to her feet.

SiahDraccoDakarai: Feeling the Mistress's touch she relaxed. but only slightly the noise and buissiness of the market a lot for her to process but feels a bit more secure, scooting closer to her-

SilverGanymede: Confusion rippled across the slave's features. Those soft, doe-like eyes searched the veiled face, and the dampened white curls rustled as the head was shaken in confusion. "What is men, Mistress?" The poor creature curled its arms close to its chest, thighs tucking tightly together. The little beast was very clearly distressed.

GroundAshes: *As she smiles, her eyes look around, even at the guards keeping an eye on her. Her eyes find a more older gentleman standing beside a woman in purple. She was under the assumption she was possibly in charge, due to the purple, but without speaking, she wasn't one hundred percent sure. Her eyes returned to the man, giving shade to antoher that the woman was talking to, and her smile moved to be brighter and wider on her face as she turned towards him, pushing her chest towards him and gives a little shaking motion to her hips, anything to show herself off.*

VanoraSkarlakMaekir: /me tilts her head as she hears the words from his lips and then looks up to the two men selling him. "How much?" I spoke coldly towards the two, then I spot the curvy girl in the corner of my eye and wink at her without any of the men noticing it. While she kept on comforting her Free Companions girl who was very anxious.

SiahDraccoDakarai: -She relaxes a bit more as the Mistreses comforted her with a touch but is unable to let out a soft whimper as people got closer to move around the market. She kept her head down and closed her eyes , her heart still rapidly beating. She listens to the conversations around her but rermains quietr and still, almost likee she was trying to dissapear-

SilverGanymede: The men looked between one another, very clearly not having expected to have gotten this far. The more verbal of the two stepped forward and spoke as boldly as he could manage, very much not wanting to appear to be intimidated by a woman, whether or not she was Ubara. "Five silver tarks," he stated. "It's an exotic. We want exotic price." He glanced to his friend, who gave a nod of support.

VanoraSkarlakMaekir: /me Tristan raised an eyebrow and chuckled a little towards the slavegirl. "Patience, girl... The Ubara will be with you shortly."

GroundAshes: *She bites her bottom lip looking at him as she heard who the woman was he was beside. She nodded gently.* Yes Master. *The words purred out of her lips as she turned back to the crowd, still yelling out towards them with here sensual body language, her smile boasting her happiness to serve, even with her hands behind her back she feels free.*

BerekSkarlakMaekir: *Berek as he was finished with the reports from his caste members he stood up to walk his daily routine route. Which leads him throughout the Headquarter of the Warriors, the weapons chambers and than a round through the city. Trying to be at least somehow present on the streets. Showing strength and closeness to the citizens as well that security is taken seriously for foreigners and merchants new into the City. So now the tall warrior walks in his typical northern attire and the leather boots over the cobblestones. A little piece of red cloth hanging from his shoulder armor over the shoulder down. A necklace just dangling in front of his chest. His head turned now and then looking around with curious eyes as he moves along the market place with all its impressions. The sounds and shouts of the market stand owners, the smells of parfumes, potions,oils and spices besides fresh caught fish from the waters around the Island*

VanoraSkarlakMaekir: /me raises an eyebrow and speaks coldly. "3 silver tarks, because the papers are faulty and he is completely out of touch with the world... We would have to educate him and that costs money."  Meanwhile Tristan chuckled and tugged a strand of hair behind the slavegirl's ear.

SiahDraccoDakarai: -Continues griping her silks, her small hands now probably had marks from her nails as of how hard she was holding the silks and fidgits a bit as she felt eyes of men on her as they passed, causing her to panic more, She tries to relax and listen to the conversation to make sureshe didn't miss anything important-

SilverGanymede: The two men exchanged another glance, and then nodded. He thrust the rope lead forward towards the woman, while holding out his hand for the coin. "You have a deal, then." The slave blinked in confusion and shivered, though a look of visible relief crossed that soft, pleading face. What were papers? How were they faulty? Was there something wrong with how the body was put together? Those soft, gray eyes dipped down to study what lay between full, suple thighs. It certainly did not appear like what the other slaves had, at least not entirely. Was that the part that was wrong?

GroundAshes: *She turned back to the man feeling him move some hair behind her ear and she let out a loud coo at his touch, biting her lower lip as her blue eyes studied him.* Thank you for the help Master. *She started swaying her hips side to side, slowly lowering in a half-squat rocking her hips before swaying them back up teasinly for him and in front of the rest of the crowd, hearing whistles as they watch her.*

BerekSkarlakMaekir: *The First Sword hears some whistles and people, mostly men shouting. So Berek decided to follow it to see what the reason for this was. He pushs himself slowly through the crowd and looks around and with his 6'5" he i standing out of the crowd* What is the meaning?

VanoraSkarlakMaekir: /me grabs 3 silver tarks from her purse and hands them to him, as she grabs the rope from them while Tristan grabs the scroll of Slave Papers from the other man and then firmly gestured for them to take their leave as business had been secluded. Tristan then whispered in my ears and I nodded, turning towards the slave girl who was flaunting herself like a madman. "Stop that... NOW." She spoke with authority while she held the rope tight and gestured Siah to go to her Master as soon as she saw her Free Companion tower over everyone and she would recognise him anywhere.

SiahDraccoDakarai: Hearing the Mistress say her Master was here and to go to him she quickly on shaky legs, looked until she found him and quickly sprinted to him, her heart hammering as her panic elevated moving past the crowed. Upon reaching her Master she quickly threw herself at his feet, clinging to his legs,-

SilverGanymede: The men took the dismissal eagerly and hastened away from the Ubara, congratulating one another on the coin they'd made from the strange little creature. The slave scooted closer to the purple robes swirling about the woman's feet. A slim hand cautiously reached out and settled on the woman's foot, those big, gray eyes turning up to her face, wet with grateful tears. Safe from the monsters now.

GroundAshes: *Kira heard the sharp tone of the Ubara ring out behind her, and she instantly stopped, turning towards her, her nature back to being pleasant. Her eyes barely mat her veil, quickly sliding down to her knees before her. Her thighs were tight and her plump rear rested on the back of her heels as her gaze remained lowered but upwards with her head tilt. She didn't stir in the binds that bound her, and she spoke respectfully.* Yes Mistress. As you wish. *She gave a gentle smiles before going quiet, awaiting direction from her.*

BerekSkarlakMaekir: *the warrior seeing his girl running towards him with panic in her face showing. Kneeling quickly and clinging to his legs. So he had to stop. Looks around for potencial following threats like other Free Men or so before he leans and bows down to stroke Siah's top of the head and her hair* What is it, my girl? What makes you panic and why? I am here now....you are with me. You are safe. *he seems really worried about Siah's status and like a pet of him he strokes the hair of the kajira slowly*

VanoraSkarlakMaekir: /me strokes the newly bought beasty to calm him down while she adressed the slave girl. "You are trained... GOOD." She spoke with a stern voice towards the girl. "Where is the one selling you and who has your slave papers?" Tristan crossed his arms which accented his muscles even more while he kept himself respectfully out of the dealings of his Lady.

SiahDraccoDakarai: Hears her Master's words and touch as he started stroking her head and relaxes into it feeling safe as her heart beats let erraticly- "S...so many p..people Master"-lowers her head-

BerekSkarlakMaekir: Aw...but my little one. You dont need to be afraid, Siah. No one would dare to do something to you. You are the slavegirl to the First Sword....and besides. You are adoreable looking.

SilverGanymede: At the touch, the slave leaned into the warmth of the woman's hand. The monsters here seemed to obey her, which made the slave feel much safer. A little breath of relief escaped and like an affectionate pet, the creature tucked its head against the hand stroking the curls that were only just beginning to dry from having been trapped in the hood. But the slave did not speak, not without being bidden to do so. It took shelter in the woman's shadow and watched now the girl where she knelt. The teaching slaves in the kennels would have called her a little slut, but it would have been said affectionately.

GroundAshes: *Running through the crowds was a fat man in blue and gold holding up papers. As he neared the block, he heard the Ubara asking the girl a question, speaking up with a loud burly voice.* Me Ubara! Roget Sincre. *He was nearly out of breath as he reached the top step, holding her papers to the woman.* Her name is Kira, she is properly trained, open, loves to serve, and is very respectful to the Free. *He stopped talking as he waited for the papers to be taken, taking out a cloth with his free hand, wiping the sweat off his brow. Kira's eyes moved to the man selling her, then returned them to the Mistress's robe, staying silent and respectful as they start to discuss her price.*

VanoraSkarlakMaekir: /me looked at the papers handed to her and read them carefully. She looked up from them and spoke coldly. "5 copper."

SilverGanymede: The pale slave at the Ubara's feet tilted his head. There was not much knowledge about money and its values, but five was a bigger number than three.

GroundAshes: *He looked at her and nearly scuffed out a laugh. He had to make a good profit. He responded back.* Oh good Ubara, surely she is worth seven? Have you ever seen a girl her shade and skin mixture with blue eyes before? Trust me Ubara, she is worth seven. She even sews, can dance, cook, her traits are endless. Surely you will reconsider? *He smiles at her, his fat belly moving up and down as he was still catching his breath. Kira heard how much the woman was offering, and she didn't know much about the money, but she knew girls better than her that went for whatever five copper means.*

VanoraSkarlakMaekir: /me sighed loudlly on purpose to make the slaver sweat.  "Seven? No..." I spoke with a stern voice. "Try again..." She kept on stroking the beasties hair.

SilverGanymede: The slave very, very gently tugged at the hem of Vanora's robe. "Mistress, I can sew, dance, cook, and do other things, too."

GroundAshes: *He let out a clearing of his throat, thinking a moment, looks back at Kira a moment, then looks back at the Ubara.* Six Ubara. Six is also a good price as well. She is very nicely figured, you would have many men coming to you to purchase her, willing to pay more to make you a profit. Think about it. You could offer even more for her when the men come to barter, and come out with extra coin. What do you say? *He wasn't tryin to bed, but his last sale's pitch did have a word of truth in it. She could purchase her for six, and still sale her later at a higher cost and make a profit. Kira continued looking back and forth between the two bodies, her posture not showing if she was bored, or irritated, just straight respect of the Free.*

VanoraSkarlakMaekir: /me rolled the scroll up and handed it to Tristan, then grabbed 6 copper pieces from her purse and handed it to the slaver. "Agreed, pleasure doing business with you." She waited for the slaver to take his coin and then turned towards the beastie clinging to her like a little puppy. "That is wonderful... Now be quiet, understood?!" She then turned to face the slave girl and gestured for Tristan to put a city collar around her neck.

SilverGanymede: The slave immediately fell silent, and a cheek tucked against the Ubara's voluminous robes. The poor creature was weary, but seemed very much relieved to be where he now knelt.

GroundAshes: *The man took the coin from her and smiles.* Pleasure doing buiness with you Ubara. I will come around again with a new shipment. *With that he turned and headed off to the local watering hole leaving Kira smiling gently. She was purchased. She felt a relief. She belonged somewhere. Her eyes followed Tristan's movements as he did as instructed, and she adjusted her head out of the way for him to latch the city collar. She brushed her head against his cheek and prrs out softly.* Feels like home. *As he stepped away, she turned her head back to the Ubara, and lifted her head up in pride of her new collar.*

VanoraSkarlakMaekir: /me Vanora smirked and spoke. "She seems to like you, Tristan... She is yours for the night!" She gestured him to grab her and take her with him for some alone time. Vanora then turned towards the clinging beasty and grabbed something that was hanging at her belt and showed it to him. "Do you know what this is Beasty?"As she showed a purple looking collar.

SilverGanymede: The slave nodded immediately. "Yes, Mistress. It is a collar."

GroundAshes: *She blinks a moment, making sure she heard right. She was the man's for the night? Her eyes met his face and she smiles, wiggling her shoulders a moment.* It would be an honor Master. *She says with a smile as she rose up, and allowed him to lead her off for a night of immense fun.*

VanoraSkarlakMaekir: /me lifts the beasties head with 2 fingers underneath his chin. "Not just any collar, but my personal one... No one will ever touch you again unless I give them permission." I said calmly while collaring the beasty.

SilverGanymede: The collar clicked about a pale, graceful throat, and those strange, pale eyes blinked up in awe. "No more monsters, Mistress?"

VanoraSkarlakMaekir: /me "No more monsters..." She stroke his cheek and took him with her towards her home.