| Kalana Serve Kalana is a red wine. Sometimes it is in botas and sometimes bottles. That really depends on the tavern, inn, city or home it is served in. It is served in a goblet, normally chilled. rising to stand tall and proud before the Master she serves, she backs three paces of respect before turning upon the balls of her feet in a whirl of gauzy silks that cling and mold to her body, showing off the voluptuous curves of the slavegirl... padding to the servery, her hips sway gently and speak of the desires that burn so hot within her as she moves to her task.. the fires light licks gently at her frame and highlights the pink kissed cheeks that flame hot with passion and desire.. she pauses and looks to the one she serves.. her heart thrilling inside her to see him reclining with such ease upon his furs... with a trembling shudder of a sigh , she enters the servery and moves to the cabinets to seek his goblet.. raising to tip toe to look to the murky depths of the upper shelves.. patting them with the soft fingers that ache to caress his cheek.. finding the goblet she seeks she pulls it to her and holds it carefully while she regains her footing.. slowly running the rim along her slender throat, testing the edge for his safety, offering up her own flesh that his remain whole.. finding it to be as perfect as she knows his kisses to be, takes a clean rep cloth shines it to perfection, she turns to the cooling room and pulls the heavy door to her.. stepping inside, she shivers, the cold air washing over her slight body to tickle and tease at her.. its icy tendrils wrapping round her and pulling her inexoribly into the chilled recesses.. she pads in, looking for a bottle of kalana worthy of this Master, selecting the Taverns best vintage for him.. leaving the cooling room, she closes the door with a dainty foot, pushing it till she hears the soft ~snick~ of the latch and moves to leave the servery..padding toward the Master.. her soft eyes shining with passions promise as she looks to him hungrily.. a tiny pink tongue darting out to caress soft lips of rose velvet .. her pulse quickening as she nears him.. gliding to her knees before the Master, she lifts the bottle and wraps sensual lips round the cork, flicking her tongue over it teasingly she sinks small white teeth to it and wiggles it free, filling his goblet carefully and laying the bottle aside.. lowering her head, she whispers up to him as she cradles the goblet upon soft palms.. "Master, shall a girl taste for you?" (He says yes) "Yes Master" lifting the goblet, she tips her head back and holds the goblet so that a single, blood red droplet falls to her pached tongue, splashing upon it to cascade down her taut throat.. flowing to the fires of her belly and mingling with them..she waits the three strong beats of her slave heart before lowering her head to outstretched arms and offering to him with these whispered words.. "Master, a girl brings you chilled kalana, she begs that you find it and her to be equally pleasing and refreshing." |