November 29, 2008
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YACAS 7-8
Because it looks so pretty.
The auction that day was full of suspense, more than Clyde had seen in a very long time. It was said that there was some sort of alien being auctioned off to the highest bidder, as the locals that found it didn’t want its curse or something like that. Either way, whatever it was perhaps knew of a way to get out of here, even if only to their own world. As long as astral magic was allowed, he was sure that he would be able to make it home from wherever he landed. Even if it wouldn’t be able to get back home, they could perhaps work together with their different technologies and at least try to make it back to their respective planes, even if learning each other’s languages would be the first task to undertake.
With the billions of possibilities in his head, of all the ways this could lead to his benefit, he didn’t realize Amelia was there until she spoke a word of hello, making him look over at her with a bit of surprise. Was he that hopeful that he would be able to get out of here that he lost track of his own surroundings? If that was the case, something had to be done because that was unacceptable. Meant that he was becoming comfortable with this place and that was the last thing he wanted.
“You look spaced out,” Amelia laughed, dressed in somewhat concealing clothing. “Thinking about how much you’re going to have to pay to be able to beat me to win this one? I heard that Vivienne won’t even let any other auctions go on today but her own and will be leaving the best for last so that only those who are the most serious about this prize will pay a pretty penny for it.”
“Well, I plan to beat you of course,” Clyde replied with a smirk. “After all, as profitable as your business is, mine reaps in more than just one resource. But we will see, as I’m sure there are more than just you who will be out to make sure that they have enough money to at least give me a run for mine. However, I doubt half of them have ever witnessed the condition of Vivienne’s household, nor realize what great assessts they would be to any business.”
“That’s true,” Amelia mused, looking at the podium. “Maybe I’ll just let you have your untrained alien and take some already trained ones. I could always use some more regular house hold helpers to add to my workforce that I won’t sell on the streets. It seems that most of mine have either become old or lazy, although I’m sure that if I actually lived up to my threats, they wouldn’t work so half heartedly.”
“So you’re already giving up on the famed captive,” Clyde asked slyly, the idea of a bid war fun to him, as he hadn’t had a good one in what seemed like a very long time.
“I do have to look after my best interests after all,” Amelia grinned. “In fact, I might retrain a few and they can literally be whatever their master desires.”
“You, my lady, are truly one of a kind,” Clyde said dryly, not wanting to know any more than he already did. Prying into such matters would surely leave him a mental scar that he would have to carry around for the rest of his days, and he was sure that if he didn’t get his head lopped off, any sort of heart related injury, or anything else fatal, that would be a very, very long time.
He didn’t get a response, as the auctioning had begun, the first few on the list were of very high quality, which was rather rare, especially coming from Vivienne’s own house. However, Clyde reasoned that with the money that she would be getting from this one auction alone would surely give her enough funds to buy from some of the most reputed trainers in all the world, something that most owners could only dream about and never have. Just one would satisfy most of the owner’s, since that one could train others and just keep passing down the knowledge and experience from one generation to the next, making it a very good investment, but a very expensive one.
About half way through the whole ordeal, some movement other than the frantically waving hands and bodies, trying to get the attention of Vivienne to place their bids, someone he didn’t expect to see in this whole ordeal at all. Fairfax rarely came to the auctions, claiming that he had enough people and didn’t need to sell any as he was deeper in the jungle than any of them, and therefore sometimes had problems with just keeping his work force away from the beasts that prowled around than trying to sell any of them, although it was rumored that his were very well trained, mannered, and knew a variety of trades, such as blacksmithing, wood cutting, and other specialty tasks. Where this was sought after by some, Clyde didn’t see the reason for it, since most would never use those skills, but to each their own.
Fairfax joined the dwindling group as those who won paid their fees and left, others realized that they were no match for those that were intent on staying, and others for their own reasons and were most likely just spectators anyway. Clyde flashed him a grin, wondering if the other was going to bid on the alien or not, although Fairfax didn’t even give him any indication that he noticed the gesture. Clyde wasn’t surprised, this was Fairfax he was dealing with after all, and the man could never take a joke, even as a child. Then again, it wasn’t very strange that the lure that they might be going back home would have pulled him out of his home and into the streets of Sheystown.
“My, my Amelia, you sure have bought your fair share today,” Clyde commented, the woman going to leave with about six slaves, and paying a very large fee for each although she seemed undaunted by that little fact. “Are you sure that you would have lost to me? You’re spending quite a lot today.”
“Well, I actually spent most of what I came here with,” she admitted, very pleased with herself for only buying this many. Although she could have bought the last one, she didn’t see the point in adding more, as she was sure that the number she had bought would be more than sufficient and anything over that would be overkill. “However, its nice to know that I am going to have at least a few good housekeepers and cooks to perhaps even retrain my current ones.”
“Are you going to stick around for the showing,” he asked, trying not to go cause trouble for Fairfax already, as he was rather intent on buying the alien no matter how high and far anyone else was willing to go.
“Of course,” Amelia nodded. “Just because I’m just going to be yet another spectator, I won’t be able to get close enough to Vivienne to pay her and get my slaves. Plus, it isn’t everyday that we get to see an alien that is being sold! I am very sure that this is a once in a lifetime chance for any of us!”
“Well said,” Clyde grinned, his attention turning back to the stone cold old woman on the podium. She had a veiled cage, making Clyde wonder exactly what she had caught. Then again, this could all have just been a spectacle to try to get them to spend more money on one of her own. That thought was soon forgotten, as an excited hush fell over the crowd.
“Bids may start as soon as I unveil this creature,” she said, taking a firm grip on the black cloth. “Go only as high as you can afford to pay.” With that, she revealed the alien to the public, Fairfax and Clyde giving each other a quick glace of challenge. Clyde did not want to lose this game, and perhaps give Fairfax the edge he needed to finally hold some sort of power and authority over him.
=two days behind on counts so I’m filling this space with worthless drabble. Hopefully it helps somewhat.=
Rowan heard the murmurs and shouts from his position, although he couldn’t see what was beyond the darkness that concealed him from the rest of the world. He wondered what was going to become of him, and all the ways that he would be able to escape whatever was going to befall him. The sunlight was very harsh to his still sensitive eyes, automatically blocking the light with a hand, even if he still couldn’t see very well. He could tell that there was a group. The voices and the blurs of perhaps people he could make out told him that much, even if he couldn’t see them very well. There was a still a well sized group, although he wondered if this was a freak show or perhaps some sort of auction.
He was beginning to think the latter the way the shouting continued and the excited hands waving, sometimes with currency in them as they tried to make themselves more visible to the cold woman that he apparently had been sold to. What kind of person was gong to buy him? And even then, how would he try to escape their confinement? The plans already trying to form, but not being able to as the worry of what was going to happen to him before this day was out and the increasing headache from the harsh sunlight began to take its toll.
He really couldn’t wait to find another exile nor find a way back home. Where there was at least only one sun instead of two.
=what luck! Another break!=
Isabelle watched the spectacle from afar in complete disgust. Not only did they use the tribes that they found, but now they were using whatever fell out of the sky too! Although she had never heard of such a thing happening before. Did this mean that once they had the technology to go into the universe that they would look for the poor pitiful creatures and perhaps enslave the entire race! The thought appalled her and made her want to get her movement going faster so that they wouldn’t make that mistake. Although she was sure that this disgusting practice would end far before they were able to reach the heavens, she wanted to make sure, at least in her lifetime.
The boy, at least she assumed that it was male, didn’t look that much different than most of those that inhabited the world. Were they sure this was an alien instead of just a poor misguided fool that happened to be. He didn't look like a girl in anyway, at least not any girl she had seen in her lifetime. Well, either way, she doubted that she would be able just to waltz up and talk to him like any other commoner, but speculation was just adding fuel to the fire that she needed to try to get her point across so that others wouldn't get the same fate as he was going to get at the hands of whoever it was that decided to buy the kid.
=lookie here, yet another break and another pov change! Oh do I love my pov changes.=
Clyde knew that his chance to push Fairfax out of the auction early was slim and that he was going to have be quick with his hands and hope that he had enough to push the other's determination off and still have money left over for any other expenses that might come up before the next auction, or even the next time he brought his fruits to the market to sell. Although that was he might use Rowan for, since his appearance wasn't that subtle and it would allow for him to get more business since everyone would want to see the 'alien' and buy from him.
Fairfax on the other hand looked at Rowan with scorn, not being able to believe that yet another nuisance to this place had been dropped down from the sky. Didn't Faolan know what he was asking for him? Not only did he have to watch Clyde, who always tried to undermine him, but he also now had to deal with Rowan, who was most likely going to be more trouble, although a lot less if he won the other in this auction. He didn't intend to do any buying today, so he hadn't brought much, and doubted that it would be enough to get Clyde to perhaps back out in favor of a private agreement, but he could try, since he use the extra hands and knew that Rowan would be of great help. Or so he kept thinking.
"Good luck friend," Clyde said with a smirk, Fairfax returning the gesture with a hard glare. "May the best one of us win the general that will lead to Faolan's downfall."
"Faolan will not fall," Fairfax hissed, turning his attention back to the podium with a huff. He sort of expected it though, Clyde usually won before the auction even started because of his way of taunting before it began. However, Fairfax was just as experienced as Clyde, and therefore knew to not take the 'threats' seriously and just try his best.
=another pov change! because I'm lame and I'm not that great in trying to describe the auctions. Oh well. I have all of December to edit. ...these are turning into mini-author's notes. I need to keep them=
Rowan looked over the crowd, wondering which one of them would be his new 'master' and what exactly was going to be doing. He didn't understand what exactly was being said, but knew that one near the middle was winning, as more and more hands went down after the one spoke. Then again, another one near the one was doing very well too, so he guessed that one of the two was going to buy him. That just didn't sound cool in his head, as he groaned about exactly what he might be doing soon.
"Hey, you know, this isn't cool," he muttered, although he knew very well none of them understood a word that he was muttering. "I could be made to do so many different things! I've never been good at sex or any of that, at least my past lovers said that. If I do end up getting into that sort of business, does that mean that I'll get some training? Because when I get home, that might actually make my job that much easier. Do you know how much better I would be at my job if I could have sex with someone in exchange for some information or even to infiltrate? Although some manual labor would help, as it would make sure I wouldn't be in the position in the first place..."
The guard standing buy knocked his cage on the side, something they both knew meant for him to shut his trap and just sit there and look pretty, or so he thought. He knew the first meaning was right but still was a bit sketchy on the second, but that didn't matter much as the guard seemed happy with him being quiet for the most part. he kept trying to figure out exactly what the words around him meant, and trying to look at the shops that surrounded the area and try to think of what they sold and what kind of people ran those shops or even why some people looked so happy when they came out or so depressed. This world was so interesting, he was sort of sad that he wouldn't be able to see everything because of his new status.
He was sure the action was over when the last one put their hand down, the defeat must have been on his face, but he still couldn't tell. The shadows were still small as the larger sun was gaining in the sky while the smaller sun was sinking below the tree line. What he wouldn't give to be under that line or just out of either sun period. He remotely wondered why this was set in the middle of a sunlit patch, especially when everyone seemed to suffer in this oppressing heat and light.
He wasn't too excited to see his new 'master' until he got his first good look at him, and wanted to cry of happiness as he found someone he could actually talk to instead of mutter and get glared at for speaking. Clyde was here on this contieniet! Which meant that Fairfax would most likely be here too, as the other was sent to keep an eye on Clyde and whatever it was the other did. He watched the exchange of money, and felt the lurch of the cage being rolled off the stage. He wanted so badly to word his relief, but knew that he couldn't jeopardize his former commander and ruler's situation on his plane, and decided to stay mostly quiet until he was taken to his new 'home', knowing that the chance of him finding home were small, but at least he wouldn't be working as some pervert's little toy!
=a quick break.=
Isabelle sighed as she watched Clyde go claim his newest possession, a little saddened that the poor alien would be sold off, although she was a bit happy to see it would be to someone who at least knew that slaves were living things too and not just objects. With a small huff, and renewed vigor, she went to write her next speech for her supporters, and would try to gain new ones. Talking with the mayor, she had obtained a permit to gather once every week in the center of town, so that no one could say that she didn’t have a right to be there.
It was so unpopular right now, however, that she hoped that she didn’t lose the permit after one meeting. Deciding to write notes down instead of a full-fledged speech at the moment was best, as it would allow her to collect her thoughts and maybe even sound like she didn’t just throw it all together while she was in a righteous rage. In order to counter the enemy, she had to be level headed, not something she was as she had just watched yet another auction to remind herself exactly what she was fighting for as well as who she was fighting for.
She would win against this society, one way or another, and make sure that if she wasn’t the one to end this sickening practice, someone else would. That her cause would live on and would not be doused by the way those that owned slaves thought. Even if she could only make this town a haven, that would be a start. One little spot where free people would live, a model for all the rest. Definitely something to work for.
“And how did you find yourself in such a predicament,” Clyde asked when they got home and Rowan was bathed and clothed in some finer material than the rags that he was wearing. They were sitting for tea in the large living room, the fire place cold as there was still plenty of daylight left, something which annoyed Clyde most was during the rainy season just how cold it became and just how often the thing was used. He decided to find Rowan a job in the house instead of anywhere else, as society would find it odd that a slave, especially an alien, would be considered a part of normal society. “If I remember right, you are one of the best at getting out of trouble once you’re in it. Then again, you didn’t have me there to help bail you out.”
Rowan sipped his cup, a little annoyed at the sideways insult. He was still the best, and he knew that Faolan would love to have him as one of his lackeys, but that wasn’t going to happen, as he was loyal to Clyde and his word was his contract. Such were the tests of being under his bloodline, because of the curse of another against his ill tongued great grandfather that all other generations would be stuck with. There were no consequences since there was no way to not do what he said, although he was sure that would be come more of an inconvenience one day or another. He was just happy that for the moment, it wasn’t really an issue.
“Well, needless to say, I was captured and sentenced to exile,” Rowan replied simply, taking another sip. The tea needed more sugar in his opinion, but he didn’t want to bother for it since he was sure he wouldn’t be able to get through the entire cup. “Faolan kept trying to get me to join his side, to become apparently something better than I have become, however, you and I both know that to be an impossibility, but he wouldn’t hear of it. So, I was sentenced to exile and had a rather rough landing on the other side of the world, where I was picked up and brought over here to apparently become whoever was the highest bidder’s slave.
“Although, it would have been nice to get into the pleasure business. Of course, I’m not sure what kind of diseases are present here, but I’m sure I could find some way to counter them and at least learn a few things from the experience. I’m sure you’ve hear the rumors about how bad I am.”
“I’d rather not listen to that kind of gossip about those that work for me,” Clyde replied with a grin.
“I’m almost glad that hasn’t changed about you,” Rowan nodded. “Although it is still kind of prudish, don’t you think?”
“You have your ways and I have mine,” Clyde retorted, having a feeling that it was not only a blessing, but a curse in disguise that he had ‘won’ Rowan at the auction. After all, if Fairfax would have won, he would have been at a disadvantage, but he was sure that the headaches he would have avoided would have been worth it. That and some of the things Rowan said would have made Fairfax blush, unlike he, who was used to such behavior. “However, back to serious matters, I would like to hear your story eventually, complete with details, but I also need to arrange time to tutor you in common as well as literary skills and the way this society works. As you can tell, they’re not as technologically advanced, but they have a very firm grasp on the magic they can seem to use, but again, it’s no where near as developed as it is at home. Please, stay out of trouble Rowan, and away from Fairfax until it’s more favorable. I’m sure he’s at least a little miffed about the entire ordeal.”
“Of course, we are back together again aren’t we,” Rowan nodded, a little disgusted about how far behind this world was compared to their home. “We overthrew the idiot who was running the country before us, and we’ll kick Faolan out the same way when we get back. Supporters are still a bit scattered, but most of the murmurings in the street can’t wait until you return, and now my name will be added to the list.”
“Good to hear,” Clyde nodded, wondering what else was going on the home he hadn’t seen in so many long years. “However, for now, go ahead and explore the house, as I have some things I need to attend to still. I run two very good businesses at the moment and would love to continue to be profitable while I’m here so I can afford whatever comforts are available. Just please, don’t cause trouble for my staff.”
“Me, cause trouble,” Rowan grinned, not even bothering to pretend to be at least somewhat concerned or even innocent. “Why Clyde, it seems that you don’t seem to remember exactly who I am!”
“My memory hasn’t faded that much,” came Clyde’s reply as he rose from the chair and left for his record keeping, and toyed with the idea to actually sending a quick prayer to both The Priest and The Priestess to keep an eye on Rowan, but decided that it would show just how attached he was becoming and therefore just kept holding onto his hope.
Rowan himself was rather excited about now being able to explore the place, figuring he’d find some trinkets of some sort from home, or hopefully so. He missed home and knew that Clyde must have snuck a few things out when he was exiled. He was the king after all, and most of the guards were under his jurisdiction and would have most likely helped him if he just requested that he didn’t want to be exiled. However, Clyde, being his prideful self, took his ‘punishment’ and just accepted his fate. Sometimes, he just didn’t understand the other’s motive, nor did he want to. It was his life after all.
He was in a little amazement at the size of the house, and just how outdated everything seemed. Clyde had been here for years, or at least this world’s years, he had barely been goon three months in their homeland, something that Rowan couldn’t believe. So many things had gone wrong in such a little time, poverty was rampant, Faolan’s men had taking an iron fist to the country and wouldn’t let it go. The whole placed turned into a mess after Clyde had done all that cleaning up after their last dictator. How could anyone have believed that Faolan would be a better choice still confused him, and would continue to do so for many years if he ever thought about the subject again.
There was at least indoor plumbing, which relieved Rowan to know that they weren’t in the dark ages, although he was pretty sure they weren’t. There was a form of phone, although it was still crude and apparently only to be used in emergency, and it seemed the telegraph was still the way to communicate long distances. He doubted, however, that there was a line that connected them to the other side of the world, which mean that mail by ship would be the best way for communications to be spread throughout the land. This would be like if he had visited a museum for research and decided to play a part in an reenactment of the era. Not something he’d willingly do anyway, even though from what he had heard, the pay was nothing to shake a stick at.
He wondered if he would getting paid for whatever he did, he quickly decided that he doubted it. After all, he was an ‘alien’ and not only that, but a slave as well. Although he did like the feel of the clothing he was able to use, a little over the top frilly, but then again, the era called for it, sort of. He was pretty sure that the clothes that he was wearing were outdated, even for a butler type, since that was what he assumed that he was going to be. Or something along those lines eventually. He discovered a lot of unused rooms, with just the floor and large window that overlooked the plantation, a few towards the town, where he could make out the clock tower over the canopy. He had to admit that it was rather peaceful here, even if a little odd.
The house itself was nice enough, filled with wooden floors and large chandlers hanging from the ceilings of the main hallways, as well as portraits of those that Rowan didn't know on the walls to give those who walked along them something to look at. Carpeting were in the rooms, rugs placed everywhere else to most likely reduce slipping or even just to make the place look a bit more expensive than it really way. He couldn't say that he cared for it much, there was still too much white on the walls from what he could see, but that was the way Clyde wanted things, so he could make sure everything was in order and stayed clean to his own demands.
The servants of the house completely avoided him, which was better than them trying to pester him in a language that he didn't understand at all. that was one thing that he would have to make sure Clyde got on, teaching him about the culture and language of this world. He spent more times in the rooms that had the most items, and tried to play some music from a music box but couldn't exactly figure out how to work the contraption. Usually there was some sort of magic to use to activate it, but he couldn't grasp the concept that the little key that was sticking out wasn't meant to be taken out but to be turned, such things not existing on his plane in such a manor that it confused him, so he just decided to admire the craftsmanship of the box instead of the music for now. He would have to get someone show him how to use it later.
There really wasn't anything else that interested him. Everything in the place seemed to be so expensive that he didn't want to disturb anything lest he earn the wrath of Clyde, who he had no doubt would "give" him to Fairfax who wouldn't want him either. He wasn't sure what kind of things that Fairfax would make him do, although again he doubted the fact that it would be any benefit to him, as much as he would love to "better" himself. But such was life, he would find one way or another to do so, although he wasn't so sure who would be the one to teach him. He stopped his thoughts for the moment, watching a group of chattering slaves pass by, Rowan spying in between the railing of the upper floor.
He didn't understand what they were saying, but he was slowly beginning to get used to that and coming to expect it until he actually learned a few words and statements. He hoped that it wouldn't take too long and the sentence structure sounded remotely the same, sort of. That would speed up the process, and if had anything to do with Faolan's home language, he would have an easier time in figuring out what the brute was saying to his loyal followers so that he would be able to better counter whatever the bastard said to them and maybe ruin some plans. From the rumors that he had heard around, not many knew enough to translate the home language of the tyrant, and this would certainly be some sort of advantage for him at least, and therefore Clyde's retaking the throne when they all returned.
Heading back downstairs, unsure of exactly what to do, he was met face to face with a woman he thought was at the auction, but then again, she may or may not have been, he didn't exactly see who was there very well. If that damn sunlight was a bit weaker, he would have recognized Clyde and Fairfax faster and not have had to been so worried about anything. However, it did give things an interesting twist, not knowing who bought him.
They stared at each other for a moment, and Rowan somewhat feared for his life when the woman grinned at him, flipping back a stray strand of long red hair. She had a matching dress that revealed more than it hid, which put him on guard. She looked like someone to be feared, and that she knew exactly what she intended to do. She tried to speak to him, but he instead cowered away, going to try to find Clyde to at least get him to deal with this guest, since she flipped him out and he had no idea what in the world she was saying, although it did sound as if she was speaking to a small skittish pet instead of a demon, although he did wonder exactly what he was categorized as here in this world.
"Clyde," he shouted, hoping the other would be able to hear him. "Clyyyyde," he tried again. "There's a lecherous woman standing here for you I think. She's not wearing much and she's trying to talk to me, although I have no idea what's going on. I think she thinks I'm a pet of some sort..."
Clyde himself put his pen down, rubbing his eyes to try to curb his coming headache. Either he needed reading glasses which he sorely didn't want to be bothered with or even worse, he needed less such interruptions from women. Didn't they understand that he was the only one here and the only one running this business of his? Most likely not, since the women he conversed with on a regular basis were selfish and only thought about their own ambitions and goals while he was just a little pawn in their sick little game. Taking in a deep breath, he went out to meet Amelia, since he had no doubt that the women came to "inspect" the "alien" for her own experience. he just hoped that this visit wasn't going to go as he expected.
He made his way to the large receiving room, seeing Rowan being hugged and pet by Amelia and the discontent on the other's face a little shy of priceless, something that he thought he would never see. It was a nice touch of revenge that he would most likely never get again, so he decided to savor it for all the times the other male made him feel uncomfortable. He didn't make his presence known to either of them for a little while, but did so with the clearing of his throat, making both of them turn and look at him, Rowan in relief and Amelia in the utmost joy.
"Clyde," she started, hugging Rowan tighter. "I can't understand a word he's saying but I must say he is just simply adorable! If I could have only bought him myself, I would have my best trainers train this boy. He'd be worth every investment with a body like that and hopefully a mind to match. Such a rare thing when beauties like this are gifted with a great mind. Most of them are mindless drones that only know how to look pretty and follow basic instructions when not being laid."
"Thank you for that insight," Clyde replied dryly. "However, I think he would greatly appreciate it if you let him go. If his facial expressions are anything to be believed, he is rather uncomfortable as anyone would be in his situation. After all, to him, we are the aliens who captured him, are we not?"
"Oh but he's just so adorable," Amelia complained, hugging Rowan tighter if that was possible. "Why do I have to let him go now? I mean, couldn't I just keep him like this for a little while? Even borrow him? I could teach him so many things that would allow him to be a greater service to you..."
"Something neither of us needs I'm sure," Clyde responded dryly. "Now please, let him go. He isn't settled yet and I have to arrange for some sort of tutelage in my own busy schedule so that he can at least voice his opinions clearly to us instead of in his own tongue which none of us can seem to understand."
Letting Rowan go, she gave him a sly glance, grinning like a mad woman although both men figured that wasn't much of a comparison. "I'll get to you yet, pretty boy," she nodded. "And train you to my liking and hopefully you can get rid of some of the prudishness in your master."
"Amelia, I am right here and would greatly appreciate if you didn't talk about your plans in front of me," Clyde said, trying to remind her that she wasn't alone in this room, or in the house for this matter. "In fact, I would love to know the reason that I find you here, since I'm pretty sure it's not just the lure of seeing the alien dressed in something other than those rags and trying to persuade me to allow you to "borrow" him for some time to "train" him."
"Oh but it is," Amelia replied, the grin never leaving her face. "In fact, that is the only reason that I came here today. I really have no other business with you today, although if you would, I can train him in being a butler. I do employ trainers for that and not all the slaves I buy are for pleasure, although some are duel trained for that purpose. Lighten up Clyde."
"Forgive me, Amelia, but seeing how you work already as well as knowing you for longer than I most likely should has jaded me of any sort of innocence when it comes to you," Clyde replied acidly. "Now if you excuse me, I think that it will be high time for myself and my new alien butler to go to his language lesson."
With that, he took Rowan by the arm and led the boy to the closest room with a door and shut it with a dignified slam, to emphasize the point that Amelia was no longer welcome nor was she going to be permitted to stay any longer. With a dignified snort, she left the plantation, going back to her own mansion near the city, a place where she could train her pleasure slaves at her leisure, as well as see how her new additions were fairing, hopefully well and maybe even persuaded some of the others to get their asses in gear, although that was a slim hope.
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