Olive crossed her legs and leaned back on her bed, undressing her captive with her eyes. The girl tied up on her floor seemed young and vulnerable, but certainly not unattractive. After a few weeks at sea, what would be the real difference between this girl and one of the younger whores at her favorite brothel? Surely nothing significant.
She smiled sweetly at her. "Are you hungry, dear? I can get us some dinner."
She smiled sweetly at her. "Are you hungry, dear? I can get us some dinner."