"the unmistakable odor of coffee, or as the Goreans express it, black wine. The beans grow largely on the slopes of the Thentis mountains. The original beans, I suppose, had been brought, like certain other Gorean products, from Earth;" Slave Girl of Gor, pg. 73, by John Norman.

kolia{BTC} uplifts to small feet, gliding lightly across the room, tiny steps carry her to sink before the Masters feet, velvet thighs parting as she casts a shimmering sapphire gaze to the toes of His boots, her chin lifting high, she softly begs, "May kolia offer You anything this morning Master?"

"yes kolia, blackwine first slave"

kolia{BTC} smiles to Him, "Yes Master."

kolia{BTC} inches back away from Him pushing lithe form upwards with small palms, small hips shifting in the direction of the servery, smiling to Him as she looks back to Him, she moves into the servery stepping to the counter, tiny toes lifting a sparkling gaze even with the shelving in search of a pleasing mug to grace soft lips, fingers snaking along the vessels she grasps a finely etched mug and lowers back to tender flats, bringing the vessel to the delicate swell of her hip

kolia{BTC} gently smiles as she rolls the rim within supple flesh in search of flaws, none found she reaches for a clean cloth and brings the mug to a high gleam, sapphire eyes dancing within it's hue as she sets it on the counter and lowers in search of a small tray, grasping a fine temwood tray she lifts and polishes it setting the mug upon it, reaching for a spoon within the drawer she lifts and polishes it as well

kolia{BTC} sets the spoon aside the mug and glances lightly about, deep sapphire eyes dancing merrily as she espies the sugar and reaches for it setting it upon the tray, lifting the tray she turns and steps across the room to the cool room, slipping inside a small shudder coursing through her heated form as the chill sweeps over her, quickly grasping a small container of bosk milk she places it upon the tray and steps back to the warmth

kolia{BTC} moves to the hearth intaking the strong scent of the heady blackwine as she nears the warmth of the fire, her eyes sparkling as she floods with heat, lifting the ladle she fills the mug to just below the rim, replacing the ladle she takes one last breath and turns back to the main room and the One she serves, light steps carrying her to halt at His feet

kolia{BTC} lowers to His feet and rests the tray before her, her head lifting high she keeps a glimmering gaze foucused on the tray and her task, quietly asking....how many sugars Master, aand how light do You prefer the blackwine?

2 sugars and not to light girl

kolia{BTC} smiles at His command and adds to even spoonfuls of the sugar swirling the blackwine with the spoon as she adds enough of the milk to form a creamy light caramel shade, smiling she sets the spoon and the cream aside lifting the mug, she pushes the tray out of the way

kolia{BTC} nestles the mug against her heated belly a moment melding the warmth, gently easing it along the smooth alabaster trail of supple curves she holds within a loving slaves heart three resounding beats, full rosy lips placing a small kiss to the side as she passes it up to soft lips, begging softly..do You wish a girl to test the blackwine this morning Master?

no kolia, I trust this Home

kolia{BTC} smiles to Him bowing her head forth between outreached arms, small hands lifting in offering....warm fresh blacwine for Your pleasure this morning Master, a girl hopes it will warm and wake You this day and that her service has been pleasing to You