Some of them glanced at the girl who stood behind Quinn. Truthfully she looked rather pale and the slave's others were prettier which made them doubt his views on what was beautiful. It was agreeable though. Not many could manage themselves and look beautiful in a potato looking sack. And though she had been allowed to take a bath, her hair was unkempt as it had been days since she last got to comb it.
"I think I understand where you are coming from. I bought a slave myself, she's beautiful," agreed Robarte, his eyes glancing towards Penny where their eyes met. Her green eyes sparkled from the rest of her face.
"That's good to hear. Now if you'll excuse us," said Damien, grabbing Penny by her arm and taking her outside the hall. Penny not knowing what was up didn't go to question him but finally, when they did come to stand somewhere more secluded than the rest of the floor, he said,
