Ramla walked in with a dancer's grace.... Her hair flowing behind her as her sheer voiles swirled around her lithe yet voluptous form... For a slave.... She seemed to hold a quite confidence that would not necessarily be seen in a submissive slave. Yet... She was usually obedient without a fault... Trained of course by the top elite slave master himself, Devlin Vindictious... His methods may be harsh, but he only demanded more than her upmost best.

 

Before arriving to be guided into the Mistress's office, she had removed the tiny charms of bells about her wrists, hips and ankles.... It was only for the performance purposes... And if she were to perform naked? Well.... then... she had other tricks up her sleeve... Props after all can enhance greatly her desire to please. She would be thankful of her slave trainer for showing that she can be above the norm.

 

She took a quick scan of her surroundings beneath her dark lush lashes.... But before taking a seat, she did a quick curtsey, her head lowered in reverence and murmured, "Thank you, Mistress Synful...." She righted herself and sat down gingerly upon the chair... Her long legs crossed, her hands lay clasped softly, palms up upon her lap.... Yet at the mistress's next words she looked up sharply, a soft gasp of disbelief escaped her bow shaped lips, her silvery hues widened slightly.... Yet she would not comment, her expression giving way to something more neutral, only giving a small smile and said, "No thank you, Mistress Synful... You have been very kind...." This would be the first time anyone within the block would hear her voice above a whisper.... It was clear and not so high pitched, and with just enough huskiness to it... She spoke properly.... As one born of priviledge would... Cultured, respectful... Yet it held a pleasing musical lilt as well... Perhaps a hint that her voice could be used for singing...