"Men, Master Quinlan is ready to receive us now." Ronan announced.
It had been a few hours since the woman's wailing ceased, and it seemed that the long-awaited rewarding session would be held. They worked themselves as hard as possible in the past month to receive whatever it was that they wanted.
The slaves followed Ronan and Iselda who led the way to the biggest room in the building, its common area. There, seated on a lush sofa - they all knew he must've brought it over in that strange magical doorway of his - sat Quinlan. Behind him stood numerous existences. Most of them they already knew, that being his four lovers. Other than them were three more, a gorgeous elf, a pink-haired warrioress, and a black-haired man.
Once the group of slightly over 27 slaves arrived - 20 laborers, 5 low-level combatants, as well as their managers; Ronan and Iselda - and stood in front of him, the master began.
