| Sul Paga Serve If paga is comparative to whiskey, sul paga is comparative to vodka. It is served in a bowl and can be served warm, chilled or hot. It is generally kept in botas. rises from the Masters feet and backs three paces to turn upon slender ankle and pad to the servery, her heart singing as she moves with feline grace, her hips tick tocking out a saucy rhythm that speaks of who and what she is.. slave.. pausing at the servery's entrance, she casts a glance over her pale shoulder and looks to the One she servers, her lips curling to a sensual smile as she rakes a wanton gaze over him and ducks into the servery, blushing at her own brazeness... padding to the counters she extends a long slender arm and reaches for a bowl for the Master.. pushing many aside while she looks for the one that will please best..one perfect for his hand.. she gasps lightly and smiles,having found one richly carved with the glories of a Gorean Master and takes it to hand.. looking to it with a discerning eye to be sure it is worthy of this Master... lifting it, she tests the rim along her slender throat.. rolling it round and round to ensure that no imperfections will mar his enjoyment of this beverage.. finding it to be as perfect as he is, she polishishes it to a high shine... she turns upon her heels and pads to the cooking fires, sinking to her knees to place palm to bota after bota to select one warmed to just the right temperature.. finding the right one, she smiles and lifts it to hand, rising to turn to the Master.. her smile radiant as the sun as she approaches him.. steps as light as angels wings ..she nears him and the flush of excitement shows on her glowing cheeks.. gently she melts to her knees at the edge of his furs.. lifting the bota, she wraps perfect lips round it and wiggles the cork free.. holding it in shining white teeth she pours his bowl full and recorks the bota, laying it aside..lowering her eyes she murmurs soft as the kiss of autumns winds.. "Master, do you wish a girl to taste for your pleasure and safety this day?" (He says yes) "Yes Master" lifts the bowl and slowly raises it to her lips, keeping her lips a whisper away from it as she takes a sip.. swallowing hand holding the searing liquid fire for three beats of her slave heart to ensure his safety before she lowers her head and offers the bowl upon cupped palms, whispering.. "Master, a girl brings you this warmed sul paga, she begs that you find it and her to be pleasing this night and that the girl and drink refresh." |