The Price of Freedom

[Just Matt Now]

The auctioning of the slave had cost a pretty penny. Although it wasnt so much the slave as it was the people in attendance and the investemnt the slave would bring. There was a familiar face on the bill, one belonging to a famous, or infamous, lawyer who was undoubtedly loyal to the criminal organization the Exchange. The fact that he was out there meant the Exchange was mounting some credible amount of cash flow, especially after seeing how much the lawyer was willing to spend. Though it was no match for the Hutt's credit, an even still the money spent was a mere fraction of what the Hutt had. Albeit, little did he know that that much money was spent on the slave.

Leaving the space station, with his weapons returned, in a luxorious and well guarded transport shuttle, the Kushari despised the collar on the Twi'leks neck. With all his strength he could have easily taken it off, and he almost had which might have killed her if she hadnt stopped him. The connecting piece was still curious to the feline, and it made little sense to him. Sitting across from Yassa, Icarus could see the fear and curiosity in her eyes. She didnt know if she was going to be beaten or freed, even despite his concerns about her. She was still beautiful, he only hoped that he could show her how it was to be free. To break the shackles and the bars that had been put up in her own mind as he had done...he would show her.

"Your collar..." He said before glancing at the musical instrument she had brought with her, "Why can't I remove it, what will happen?"

I the auction Yassa had spoke as if she had lines prepared for the event. The entire auction was pre-prepared, from what she wore to how she acted in front of the clients. And despite the Kushari's attempts to bring her into a sense of realism, her shackles had prevented it. Though as he assured her, she was safe with him. And she was not a slave while he was present, despite that being completely false...they were both slaves. Yet if he could change her, change her mindset into something more real, then maybe they could both be free together, despite what shackles they had on.

 

[Yuki]

Yassa remained in her pose and only as he went for the collar she almost screamed in agony. He tried to remove the piece of metal by force but something prevented it and only as some blood ran down her neck it was clear that this trinket was more than just some ordinary collar. Her delicate small hands reach for her neck and guard the circlet after he let go of her. Tears instantly welled in her eyes and ran down her cheeks. The pain was intense and shot into her body like a lightning. At first she was not sure if he did it on purpose or if he had no idea. Though when the man asks his question she understands that he did not know. A few moments it still takes for her to handle and channel the sensory overload then she answers him.

"It... It was implanted and connected to my spine when I have been a small child, Master." She answers and the pain blurred her thoughts. Still she realizes her mistake and corrects herself. "I mean. It cannot be removed. Not that easily as far as I know, Sir." And this time she chooses the right honorific after he ordered her not to call him 'Master'.

She still has to understand what he wants from her but at least she was told already that he only acted on behalf of a hutt. A hutt? She sighs in her thoughts. Not what she wished for herself but who knows. Maybe he is one of the very few kind ones. But somehow she disbelieves it.

She lifts her head slightly and looks at the feline face of the man. She is searching something. A sign of regret or a sign of joy for the pain he gave the Twi'lek. It would give her the first idea of the man's primal desires and what she could expect in the future... Or... How he may choose her to please him.

 

[Just Matt Now]

The tone of his voice had been pleasant and not too drastic. He didnt want to frighten the girl, or make her feel uncomfortable. He just wanted her to open up, he wanted to see the real girl behind the shackles. And he was persistant about doing just that. Though the collar still had him wondering, now about her past. But not the past when she was a slave, he wanted to know who she was before that. Who she had become before falling into the hands of some slaver, he assumed. The transport was nearly an hour away from Nar Shaddaa and the Hutt's palace. There was still plenty of time for the Kushari to meet her, really meet Yassa before she met with Borga.

"Tell me Yassa..." He had remembered what she said she was called back at the auction. "Where did you grow up? You couldn't have always been a slave. What was your name when you were birthed? Do you even remember. I do not mean you any harm, nor does our owner. You are free to speak your mind." His words were still warm and inviting. He wanted her to feel safe and really listen to what he was saying. She could speak freely, even if that meant cursing the feline out. Icarus just wanted to see her emotions, her real emotions not something that she thought was expected of her.

Icarus pressed a small button on the side of his seat. A panel of drinks had emerged on a tray on both sides of the pair. Yassa was free to drink what she pleased, Icarus hadnt taken any though but his hand gesture assured her that it was okay.

 

[Yuki]

The Twi'lek hesitated to sit in the seat at first as they entered the ship. She kept kneeling on the floor until he reassured her multiple times that it will be fine to sit in the seat. As he opens the bar so to say she instantly slides back to the floor and kneels next to him taking a glass and pours something that looks and smells like water into it. She then holds the glass with both hands up in front and above her head to offer it to him. As she hears his questions she promptly answers.

"I did not have a name as I was born and during my young years as far as I remember. My parents rose and trained me as a slave from the beginning as it is tradition in our house. I think I was born on Ryl but I am not sure. Some memories did fade by the time. When I have been seven I was bought by a woman who then gave me the name Yassa. I served her for seventeen years, three months and eleven days. I then have been bought by my previous owner and served with him for two years, five months and twenty days. You are my current owner and I serve you since one day, Sir."

No, Yassa is not relaxing as Icarus was hoping. If what she says is true then she indeed never experienced anything else but being a slave. Getting this deep indoctrination out of her will take a long time and may not be fruitful. On the other side if he manages her to open up at least and not act as a robot as he called it in his thoughts then who knows. It is obvious though that she wishes to please him and her new owner and to do so she follows precisely the protocol she has been trained.

This may be more work than the man thought and she may be what he named to himself during the auction as "completely broken" and without anything left that could be set free. Possibly she does not even understand the concept of freedom. At least not for herself.

 

[Just Matt Now]

A shuttering of emotions and of dissent passed through the feline's body. He had been a slave for more than half his life, though he was not born a slave. He hadnt even thought of such a thing possible until he watched as Yassa behaved. Holding the glass up to him, he was in shock. He too was a slave, though of a different type. He was a gladiator, and his passion for fighting led him to become glorified and hold great fame throughout the galaxy. As she handed me the water I pushed it away slightly...

"It's for you...drink as you please. Yassa, I cannot say that I know how you feel or where you come from, but I want you to feel safe when you are around me. I want you to feel comfortable...is that okay...?"

The gladiator realized that the lethan Twi'lek was far away from reality. He realized that she didnt understand the concept of freedom as she had never felt it before. Though he would not give up. If this was his chance at feeling completely free once more, then he'd make sure Yassa had the same feeling.

"Tell me. Is there anything you find enjoyable...? I notice you play an instrument. Do you like playing it?" his extra emphasis on the 'you' hopefully had gotten through to the slave.

 

[Yuki]

Yassa hesitates. It was for her? The water? She barely can believe it and then suddenly it strikes her. Possibly it is drugged or poisoned and he will have his fun this way? She then reconsiders. Why does she expect the worst so many times? Possibly because it is better to guard yourself and expect the worst than to open up and getting hurt or even harmed? She thinks to herself about these concepts.

The Twi'lek slowly pulls the glass of water back and holds it to her heart. She can feel the coldness of the translucent material and the liquid it contains.

"F.. for me Sir?" She asks in a surprised tone. Hearing the rest of his first statement she is not sure. When someone asked to trust him or her in the past it was almost never out of selflessness. There was almost always something he or she had in mind. Some hidden agenda. But she does not want to loose faith in people. Nevertheless he is her owner and as strange as it may sound to him or one who does not know her life or the life of a slave her next words possibly sound completely alien.

"You only have to command me how to feel in your presence and I will obey, Sir."

Yassa is not stupid. Of course she knows that feelings cannot be changed from A to B in an instant and still she learned techniques to achieve certain things for own sanity and how to influence her mind, heart and soul if necessary. Her head remains low and in deep reverence and submission to the man. In the past her life and her well being depended on her poses, words and general attitude. Being with someone she does not know almost throws her off balance. It will take some time until she will understand what he likes and what pleases him. But she will find out. She always did in the past.

Hearing his last questions she answers truthfully and sincere. "My purpose is to serve you. It fills me with joy to see you happy and proud of me and owning me, Sir."

As he speaks about the mandoviol he found her possible weak spot. She bites her lower lip and in a rhetoric way she tries to answer this question as well without lying as lies lead to punishment or even dear. Neither lying nor using the word 'no' she is allowed by the standards defined by her training.

"I will enjoying to play it if it pleases you and destroy the instrument if this is your wish, Sir." This said her eyes betray her true feelings for a short moment as she closes them shut to avoid tears on the thought that he indeed could command her to destroy her only companion she had for a while now. And she indeed feels emotionally bound to that instrument. It helps her to express feelings she is not allowed to show or no one wants to see. Grief, sadness, joy and even love. They all are hidden in the notes or lyrics of the music she tends to play.

 

[Just Matt Now]

"Yes, for you, you seem thirsty." Still, his voice was warm and in no way offensive.

Frustration starter to pester the gladiator, hearing the still robotic words of Yassa as if they were simply said because she thought he wanted to hear them. Though what if what she said was true, that it did bring her joy to see him, and the
Hutt happy. Icarus didnt let the frustration linger for long, this girl was broken. And it would take much more than this simply meeting to unbreak her. Although the gladiator had every intention of doing so. Though then her interest clearly spiked when her instrument was brought up. Though she said she would destroy it if need be, there were pain behind those words. It was apparent that she did enjoy playing the instrument and would be devastated had she been ordered to destroy, or stop playing, it.

"You will learn to feel and think for yourself. Just think about those words and prepare for that time. You will be free Yassa." The speck in the eye of the slave had been one of ignorance. She was never taught to be free, never taught to think for herself. And this was a form of torment and brainwashing. Slavery to this extent had disgusted the Kushari beyond words.

"Would you play something for me, Yassa. Somehting you enjoy playing." He said as they neared the palace of Borga the Hutt.

 

[Yuki]

The Twi'lek understands his words as a command and eagerly empties the vessel then looks at him while displaying the empty glass as a sign that she obeyed his will. She smiles proudly towards the man.

Yassa, if she would be asked, does not feel broken. She feels content and natural. Most likely because she never experienced something else in her life. On the other side, if someone accepted this kind of life and does not fight it, possibly even enjoys to please others, does it make sense to take it away from them? Does this possibly break them more than what he called "being broken"? The Twi'lek does not even think about this. She is just happy that she was able to execute his wish and it was even an easy one. Her jade green eyes sparkle as she smiles and displays the empty glass. It was not really a task to be proud of but it was a clear sign of her devotion.

"I... I am free, am I not, Sir?" She asks softly. "True freedom lays in the collar of a slave. To be free of the burden to make decisions and with a clear set goal and objective. To please your owner, Sir."

She may have a twisted understanding of freedom and yet there might be a valid point.

Hearing his request for music she nods promptly and once more accompanied by a smile. She places the glass on the table exactly from where she put it and opens her backpack. The instrument is wrapped in a crimson red silken fabric with wonderful golden ornaments stitched into it. It takes a moment for her to tune the mandoviol and to think about a song that possibly will fit the situation and her thoughts.

If he want to learn about her true self and her feelings then maybe her music is the key or the window to see them. And so she starts playing:

[video=youtube;6bUrSdRJMOY]https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6bUrSdRJMOY[/video]​

 

[Just Matt Now]

The Kushari listened. As the music flowed out from her mandoviol and into the ears and soul of the gladiator. Time seemed to stand still, and despite the luxury shuttle having stopped at Borga's palace, the gladiator could not turn away, he could not interrupt such beauty. His heart seemed to pound at the same tune, slow and steady, faint, then thunderous as the melody picked up. His mind completely taken from the words she had spoken just before, and a thought flittered away about how he would respond to it. It didnt matter, none of it mattered. The music was too fulfilling, too deep and grand to think of anything else but its harmonious tune.

There they sat, the shuttle parked and the Hutt awaiting their arrival, though the Kushari would not rise, he would not even blink until Yassa had finished her wondrous song. And when everything started to feel like a fantasy, like they were elevated on another plain of existence, Yassa had finished her song, and looked to him for approval.

"That was utterly amazing..." And that was all he could say. He was speechless, just staring at the lethan. Making the connection in his mind that something so beautiful could come from someone as beautiful as Yassa was. Though when he snapped back into his reality, he wondered why the shuttle had stopped. Then realized that it was time to introduce her to her new master.

Taking her through the entrance of the palace would have brought a shock to any. The grandeur and elegance was surely on a higher scale than the slave had ever seen. Icarus led her through the palace doors, and through the lavish hallways decorated with weapons and paintings of gladiator scenes, everything grand, and no expense was slighted.

The throne was no different. Amazing and huge. The hutt was seen being tended to by only a couple of slaves, while there was music playing off in a cove of the room. Borga loved his music, and would be especially pleased to know what Yassa could produce.

"Your highness..." The Kushari bowed. "I may have went a bit over budget, but she is worth every penny, I assure you."

The Hutt did not say anything, he merely inspected the lethan slave. A small scowl on his face wondered how much the gladiator did spend, though he was more curious to learn about the slave. She was certainly a thing of beauty, and being a lethan Twi'lek meant the possibility of her being Force sensitive, which would play into his devious plans.

"Go ahead, Yassa...introduce yourself."

 

[Yuki]

Hearing his praise Yassa is deeply touched. She rarely heard any praises for her music and on the other side not many wanted to hear her sing. Most preferred to hear her scream. Either in agony or... Her thoughts trail off. She smiles to the man and bows deeply then wraps the instrument up as he mentions that it is time to depart.

Her bare feet almost make no sound beside a very faint one as she walks silently through the hallways. Being silent is important as drawing attention for a slave is really a bad thing. She would like to stand for a moment to watch the paintings and goods at the walls but does not dare to do so and so he finally leads her into the throne room.

As Icarus stops she promptly lowers herself next to him and onto her knees. Her shoulder gently caresses his leg as she tries to establish a contact to him.

It does take him only half his sentence as he orders her to introduce herself. Instantly she crawls a few steps forward and lays flat and face down on the floor. Her arms wide spread and her legs closed she produces herself in a cross like pose.

"Master. This slave's name will be whichever you will give her. Though so far she has been called Yassa or girl or beast or several other ways. A name was not given to me by birth and instead by my first owner. If the data is correct then she has been born on Ryl 27 years ago. She served Lady Ssivah for seventeen years, three months and eleven days. She then has been transferred to her previous owner and served him for two years, five months and twenty days. Your highness are her current owner and she serves you since one day. This slave has been trained in all traditional ways of Twi'lek slaves and speaks a few languages. She can read and write and use computers as well as she understands basic mathematics for accounting due to her previous owner who has been a merchant. How may I please you, Master?"

If Icarus thought she would have prepared for the auction in the way she spoke then this introduction would make her previous behavior look like an improvisation as this clearly was one of the most formal and out of the box introduction a slave could make. Executed in a perfect manner, choice of words and intonation of her voice.

Silently the red creature is laying on the ground in a state of pure vulnerability and submission waiting for the reaction of the hutt, the audience or Icarus.

 

[Just Matt Now]

Borga was a slave-master, yes, a Lanista, yes, but he was not one known as being harsh to those who served him. Despite his reputation marking him as a brute, that was only towards his enemies or to strengthen his gladiators. His slaves were another thing entirely. And as this lethan Twi'lek spoke, it was like nothing he had ever heard before. It was like she was an actual object, and she welcomed it.

"Icarus, you called her Yassa...? Then that will be her name. How much exactly did you spend on her?"

"Three million credits, sire." The Kushari raised his head, spoke confidently, and reassuringly.

"Three million credits aye..." The Hutt would have bee aghast had he not had a plan already formed in his mind.

"Yassa, do you have any knowledge or ability with the Force? I have in mind something of great use for you, something that if you complete will fill me with great pride in you and my great gladiator over here."

 

[Yuki]

The slave remains in her position and listens to their conversation. She expected a harsh reaction from the hutt hearing the amount of money but instead he remained calm. This fact irritates her. Once more there seems to be a person seeing something in her of such value to be willing to pay a high amount of credits. This happened only once before.

"Master, this slave has been in service of a force user for a long time. Though she never was granted the honor of such that she would be allowed to wield a lightsaber as those who are adapted to the force do. She was told that only those who have such abilities you speak of and are worthy shall be allowed to wield such an elegant and decent weapon. This slave was told that she is not of such value. Yet she has observed her owner and learned her ways and history. She has felt the pain of lightnings and the lack of oxygen when being punished by her owner. If this is what your highness mean by experienced with the force, then this slave has experience. Else her experience is questionable, Master."

She keeps her eyes closed while she remains on the cold floor. Her red skin creating a neat shape on the dark polished marble ground. She trembles slightly as she worries that she just reduced her worthiness to her new owner and that now he will be upset about the money he spent but got less than he hoped for.

"This slave can play the mandoviol and she can sing though, Master." She adds after a moment and hopes that she will increase her value by this high enough again.

 

[Just Matt Now]

A wide smiled formed over the crowned Hutt. He was pleased, very pleased, and immediately forgot about the three million reasons why he could have killed her and punished his gladiator. He assumed that his answer was in his favor, though little did he know that wasnt exactly what she had said. She would need substantial training, and not in the Force, but in how to act freely and on her own. Perhaps some fighting techniques couldnt hurt as well, which Icarus would tend to easily. The Hutt rose from his seat, but did not move. He peered over to the Kushari, then back to Yassa, his smile still apparent.

"Please...stop referring to yourself in third person. Make's me sound like a tyrant to others." He quipped. "I will want to hear your abilities with the mandoviol, though I have bigger plans for you Yassa." Turning his head to Icarus.

"Train her how to fight, as you train me. This one will be set free and turned into a Sith apprentice, only to report and answer to me." His head back to Yassa. "You will make me so proud, Yassa. As long as you do as I ask and infiltrate the ranks of my enemy. Become one of them, nearly to the point where you forget who you are. But you know, don't you. You are mine, and you will do this."

The Kushari was shocked. There was no way he had thought this was in the Hutt's mind. No way he knew this is what the Hutt had planned. This would mean that Yassa would be put in danger, danger that the Sith will bring to her. And not only that, it would mean they would have less time together. Though for now, he was ordered to train her, and he would not disappoint his Lanista. The Kushari shook his head, then look worriedly at Yassa.

"What do you think Yassa? Can you make me proud in this endeavor?"

The Hutt waited for her response and was sure he would be pleased by it. Though he still wanted to hear her play, if she was as good as she claimed he would love her even more.

"Play something for me."

Icarus waited until Borga had finished before leaning over to her side. He understood that no clear answer was given, and that she might not have the ability to use the force. And so he would clarify before they continued.

"Yassa, you may answer with a simply yes, or no. Do you have a connection with the Force?"

 

[Yuki]

The slave remains in her pose though the trembling of the tips of her lekku give away that she is afraid. Deeply afraid.

"I... I have been trained in the mandoviol and in being a good slave." She replies then remembers that the person slightly behind her who asked the question is a man and so she adds after a short pause. "And I have been trained to please a man as much as a woman in the bedroom." She takes a deep breath not knowing the man's preferences but hopes so much that she is able to distract him this way from his original question. Then she moves all of the sudden. The hutt, her owner gave her an order and as much as it overrules Icarus's request for an answer it also helps to change the topic.

With haste she pulls her mandoviol out of the backpack and the red silken fabric. She is aware that she possibly angers the Kushari with her second attempt to dodge the question. Either she does not want to tell that she has a connection because she worries that it will get her into trouble or she tries to avoid telling and leaving the impression that she possibly has a connection and by this having more value and there will be no disappointment. At least not yet. It is maybe easier to serve the hutt the bad deal Icarus made one piece after the other. Who knows. A Twi'kek's mind is twisted.

Finally having the instrument on her lap she tries to ignore Icarus even if he asks again and focuses on the hutt though knowing that sooner or later the question will be asked again. Either by voice or by the whip.

She looks shortly over her shoulder at the feline man behind her and her eyes reflect a pleading her green orbs. Then she turns back forward and with a shaky voice at first she begins to play and sing until she enters a state of trance and tranquility in her own performance. This posssibly is as close as Yassa can get to freedom in her mind.

[video=youtube;JKAv9ErQV30]https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JKAv9ErQV30[/video]​

 

[Just Matt Now]

The same intoxicated feeling that the Kushari had got on the ride here was the same that Borga had felt. The music was only enhanced by the throne room which was made to house such a harmonic tone. The melody rushed when it was supposed to, rose and fell, it was very soothing and calmed the Hutt down immensely. Borga was one for his music, and if he hadnt come up with such a strong plot for her and infiltrating the Sith, he would want her right here in his palace.

Borga rose from his seat only to clap after she had finished. He almost felt as though she were the master and he was the slave. And it certainly felt that way to him. He was the slave to her music, and it was truly amazing.

"Yassa that was amazing..." Borga was proud, proud of her and proud of the perfect selection made by his gladiator. So it seemed Icarus was not just revered for his bron, but also for his brain.

"Only one thing could make this moment better. Yassa show me what you could do with the Force."

Icarus stood on the side, knowing full well that all her dodging and secrecy would not last for long. He knew that her music would conceal her life, Borga would not want to lose someone who could produce such music. Though the endeavor he had for her certainly surpassed his own greed. The Cartel meant more than his likeness. and he already had bands and singers who would satisfy him, even if not as much as Yassa had this one time.

 

[Yuki]

Yassa needs some time to get back out of her own trance. She heard the words and she heard the praise, yet it takes a moment for her to compute it. Then he comes up with a question she feared. She hesitates and places the instrument next to her while lowering her head.

"Master, please spare me to do this." He did not give a direct order but a wish which usually would be absolutely the same for the Twi'lek. So her slight hint of defiance picks the interest of two or three other slaves around them. She did not deny his wish nor use 'no' as her answer and still at any other given time and with any other wish mentioned she would have not said a word but simply executed to please.

Her rather unorthodox reaction drives the young women into a dilemma not only toward her owner but also inside herself. The trembling of her body and the twitches of the tips of her lekku betray how much she struggles with herself and how close she is at the border of violating and betraying all and everything she is believing in, living for and sees purpose in. If he would have ordered her to end her own life she would not have hesitated. Would not have spoken a word but only reached for a blade or weapon nearby and done as he asked. Paying the ultimate price of obedience and devotion.

She closes her eyes and swallows. She fears his reaction and still what he requested she seems to fear even more.

"Please..." She begs with a weak and trembling tone.

 

[Just Matt Now]

Being completely full of his own joy and excitement, the Hutt was more than happy with the purchase his gladiator had made. He could see that this slave was deeply brainwashed, and was something the Hutt actually found revolting. Though there was more to her, and he could sense it. He could see by the feeling he got from her, though it had nothing to do with the Force. Her aura, her presence, radiated something that the crowned Hutt found particularly admirable. Yet he could not place it.

"I suppose you have done enough for today." Spoken in his native tongue.

"My gladiator, my fame..." He said in reference to Icarus. "You have done well. And will also be tasked with assimilating this woman with the lifestyle of a slave under my regime. You have brought her here, and so she will be your responsibility. As the time comes when you feel that she has adapted, then hopefully she will be needed for a greater cause."

The Kushari rejoiced. In a sense, he was glad that Borga had seen the unusual behavior of the slave and gave him the lethan's responsibility. The gladiator would do what he could in order to keep her from that destiny, though at the same time he wanted to know more about her. More of just her spoken or written back-story. He wanted to know who she was in her own eyes, though maybe he already knew. Having been slightly disappointed recently, he did not want to find the same in the future. The time they would spend together would hopefully be progressive and not leave him thinking that she was just stubborn.

"Yes, my liege." The Kushari said with a slight bow.

"Grand! Now go show her to her quarters. She can use some rest."

"Yes, my liege." Lifting the case of Yassa's instrument, he motioned that she put it away and follow him. He would show her where she would sleep, which would certainly surprise her. Her quarters were in the left wing of the palace, where the others had been. Her room, she would have to share with several other female slaves, ad a bed designated for her alone. With it came sheets and some pillows. A nightstand and a light. The room was quite large, even for the four or five slaves that would be there. Icarus led her, waving his hand for her to see the lavish bed spread and comfortable and silken pillows. He hoped that she would be pleased, though figured she would not believe that it was for her. He waited a reply, considering silence as opposed to his previous attempts.

 

[Yuki]

Yassa follows Icarus after she wrapped up the instrument again in the red silken fabric. She stops here and there in the large hallways and looks at all the luxury in awe. Especially the paintings seem to enthrall her but not long enough to slow him down. The soft padding sound of her bare feet can barely be heard.

As they arrive in the room with the other slaves she looks around and smiles happily then turns to the man.

She looks at the other women and bows then kneels down next to the man. "Whom I am suppose to serve?" She asks the man then reconsiders. "Or all of them Sir?"

Yassa is a bit intimidated and overwhelmed by all the new people and new impressions but she will make sure to cope well with them and not to dishonor her family and her trainers nor her previous owners.

She looks up the man and smiles at him cutely. Her lekku gently wrap around his leg to give her a bit of security as this man was very kind to her so far.

 

[Just Matt Now]

"Yassa there will be times when you are not needed for any active duty. Actually, there will be times when you will go the whole day and have nothing commanded of you. During this time, you may eat, you may sleep, or you may simply play your beautiful songs to your hearts desire, but you do not need to serve others."

The Kushari gently lifted her back to her feet, assuring her that it was alright to stand beside him.

"Also, the only person you are here to serve is Borga the Hutt, and his majodormo, Wor Niedra. All else are either your equals, or do not live within the palace itself..." Though Icarus fell into this category, he chose to live in Borga's palace. "Also the Hutt's guests are to be treated with the same respect as Borga himself. I'm sure you understand this. Here is where you will be when the time comes for you to sleep. You may spend as much time as you'd like here when you are not on duty."

 

[Yuki]

Yassa is confused. Why would someone buy her but then not have her to serve him or her? Though she will not complain as he said that she will be allowed to practice her music and her instrument. She nods to him then looks at the other women.

"Yassa." She says with a very soft and timid voice then bows politely. "I was named Yassa. I am very pleased to meet you."

She looks at the feline man and bites her lower lip.

"Will I see you again Sir?" She asks a bit shyly.