Please note: cindy serves in both Northern and Southern style, depending upon which Home she visits, and if she is allowed to travel to other Homes.
cindy swiftly rises from her place on the skins and pads over to the table where the plates sit. she picks up a rep cloth and a plate, wiping the fingerprints and remaining water from them being freshly washed as she runs the plate carefully along a naked breast, checking for any imperfections. Finding none, she runs over to the fire and carefully rips off a piece of tarsk suitable to fill the belly of a hungry Master that lies roasting high on the spit. Along the fire, she lifts the various lids, checking the pots for the freshly cooked suls to accompany the tarsk. Finding the correct pot, the beast carefully scoops out a generous portion onto the plate.
Quickly, she grabs a wooden tray and places the plate atop it, setting the tray on her hip padding to the bar and grabbing a rep cloth and a freshly washed goblet. The slut runs the beautiful vessel along a pert nipple with a slight moan finding no nicks or dents in the rim, she quickly wipes it clean of fingerprints and fills it just under the rim with the crimson Ka-La-Na and places it delicately atop the tray.
Adjusting the tray, making sure not to spill any of its contents, the slut seductively sways her hips back and forth while the jingle of slave bells rings throughout the Home as she pads her way to the Master kneeling atop the skins and raising the plate to Him then takes the goblet in both hands, holding it to her for a few monents before raising it to velvet lips, kissing the side and raising it to Him.
cindy rises from her place on the furs, a slave heart beating rapidly as she wants so badly to serve Him. she carefully runs two velvet palms along a delicate form slight moans as she smoothes out the creases of the gossamer silks that don a small body. The slut pauses a brief moment so that the Master may gaze upon her treasures before turning towards the servery and padding off as the sound of slave bells is heard throughout the Tavern.
she reaches the servery, and stands on tip toes grabbing a guest mug from the cupboard. The slut reaches behind her neck and slowly unties the silks her Master ever so graciously gifted to her and slowly runs the rim along a pert breast emitting soft moans and gasps as the chill of the mug invades a heated body. Carefully, she sets the mug down atop the counter, and slowly bends over at the waist so that the Free that watch may get a view of the treasures she has to offer as she searches for a tray on the bottom shelf of the servery. Finding a small ebony tray, she takes the edge of her silks and dusts it off, setting it down atop the counter with the mug atop it.
Quickly padding to the cupboard that contains the plates, she picks out a perfect ebony plate and polishes it with the edge of her silks until she can see a smiling face in the glaze of the plate. With the plate cradled gently in one arm, she turns to the chill room and tugs the door open just wide enough for her to enter. The slut lets out a shrill moan as the chill invades her senses, feeling the buds that don a silken chest harden, as she searches for the baskets of fresh fruit.
Finding the Larma, she peers into the basket and finds a perfect one free of blemishes and polishes it with the edge of her silks placing it carefully on the plate. In the next basket, she spies an irresistable cluster of Ta Grapes, and places them delicately on the plate right next to the Larma. The slut goes down the line of baskets, and sees a plate of freshly cut juicy melon and places a few slices down on the plate next to the other fruits. Seeing that the plate is full, she makes her way out of the chill room and places the plate atop the tray, as she lifts it to a delicate hip, and pads to the fire to fill the mug full of Blackwine. Carefully, she picks up the handle of the kettle with the edge of her silks and fills the mug to the rim, replacing the kettle on the fire and padding her way back into the Hall where He awaits His snack.
Slowly making her way thru the crowd of Free and slaves, she lowers the chocolate pools that don a delicate head to the feet of the Master the slut serves. Lowering herself to a kneel on His furs, she places the tray beside her, taking the plate of fruit and raising it to Him, then takes the mug of Blackwine, holding it to a silken belly for three Ihns, whispering a small prayer for His health and wellbeing before kissing the side of the mug, raising it high to Him and whispering softly, "this slut has brought You a plate of fruit to fill Your belly and a mug of Blackwine to quench Your thirst, and prays her serve and the food and drink may fill Your needs this night.