| Paga Serve Paga can be served hot or cold, it is served in a bowl. Always be sure to ask the Free if they prefer it hot or cold. Sometimes they will request warm. This is obtained by laying the botas by the fire and keeping them warm. Paga chilled is found in the cooling room in botas, warmed is in botas by the fire, and hot is in a pot that hangs over the fire. Cold paga is most often asked for, so a cold paga serve will be detailed here. Cold Paga Serve rising from the Masters furs, she backs three paces to turn upon her heels and spin upon slender ankles, making her way to the servery.. with hips swaying gently side to side she moves with feline grace, thoughts whirling round the One she serves, her smile warm and inviting as she moves... pausing at the door to the servery, she casts a shy glance to the Master and her pale cheeks flush with delight as a sparkling blue gaze roams over him.. her heart leaps within her and pulse races madly.. with effort she pulls her gaze from him and enters the servery.. padding to the counters, she arches to tip toe, reaching high for a bowl for his paga.. crimson silks ride up just a teeny bit to show a tantalyzing flash of the soft curve of her bottom.. tiny fingers pat the shelves and bring to her soft hand a bowl carved intricately with the life of a Gorean Master.. lifting the bowl, she runs the rim along her tender throat, just above her shining collar.. testing the edge to ensure his safety as she does so.. finding it to be perfection, she holds the rep cloth to it and dusts it carefully, making it gleam warmly.. smiles and turns upon her heels to pad to the cooling room... pulling the heavy door to her, she steps inside, shivering as the cold air washes over her slight body.. her discerning gaze seeking a bota of paga for him.. selecting one she lifts it and leaves the cooling room, closing the door with a soft swing of a perfectly rounded hip...tipping her chin,she pads back to the Master, her lil heart soaring above the wings of tarns as her gaze takes in his handsome face.. moving across the room, she smiles warmly and drinks hungrily of the vision before her.. melting to her knees at the edge of his furs she lifts the bota with shaking fingers and wraps sensual lips round the cork , slowly wiggling it free and pouring his bowl full carefully.. replacing the cork and laying the bota aside carefully.. lowering her eyes to his boots she murmurs softly... "Master, do you wish a girl to taste for you today?" (He said no) "Yes Master" lowering her head between outstretched arms she offers the bowl, fingertips trembling slightly as she murmurs softly... "Master, a girl brings you chilled paga, she prays that you find it and her to be pleasing this day" (He will take the bowl and either praise or tell what was wrong, then dismiss or keep you at his furs, react accordingly, but always thank him for his input and show you are willing to learn from mistakes) |