Bethsany watched her for a moment.Bethsany watched her for a moment. "It's a brothel, dear. My customers expect a certain degree of garishness." She smiled. "Sit down, sit down." Aimee' finally took her seat and Bethsany took a longer, more careful look at her. She was what she expected from Teltirray's tastes; tall, slim, relatively small breasts. Dark hair and bright, blue eyes were something of a must with him. Bethsany was somewhat releived to see that even after three months the usual signs of abuse that Teltirray heaped upon his "charges" weren't as graphic on Aimee' as usual; either she was showing remarkable resilience to his advances or he really was holding back, probably hoping that between Darryn's magic and her training they would turn Aimee' into the perfect sex toy for Teltirray's vapid tastes. "Now, then," Bethsany began after Aimee' had settled down into her seat. "My object is to train you to be as good as any of the girls I have here. That's not easy, you know." She laughed. "My girls are the very best in the city. But we will do our best. Now, I understand that it's been Darryn's way to tell you stories about himself, how he got his understanding and so on. I plan on doing the same. So listen closely, dearie, because I don't like repeating myself." I was born the daughter of a nomad whore. |