Mead by  indie{HoK}
~kneeling at his feet in widespread nadu, she nods when she hears the rumble of his voice demanding mead in a horn; he doesn't want it cold. her
soft voice lifts~ yes, Master. ~she obeys instantly, rising and skirting  the central part of the Tavern as she makes her way to the kitchen, her  head bowed slightly, her gold-flecked gaze covert. she can feel errant  grains of sand beneath her feet, granules from the pit scattered upon the tiles. in the north, where she was first collared, mead was kept warm on stones by the fire, but here, in Port Kar, it's either kept in the cold  room or at room temperature in casks in the kitchen. she glances toward  the door as someone enters, and a Thassa-tinged breeze dances through the  dim interior, making the lamplight flicker, and softly stirring glimmering strands of her long, dark hair~

~just before she disappears into the kitchen she casts a look over her shoulder to the man who's settled so confidently and comfortably, his gaze
slowly perusing the length of her barely-clad body. a pale blush colors her cheeks and she flashes a radiant smile before turning her attention to
the shelves on which rest a variety of horns. she skims them; most are similar in shape and coloring, but there are a few with almost startling
variations. it's one of those she chooses, drawn by its beautiful marbling and high gloss. she wipes it inside and out with a clean rep cloth, paying particular attention to its rim, and then makes her way to the casks.  removing the lid of the one containing mead, she frees a ladle from its hook and dips it into the honeyed, golden brew. this she pours into the horn, watching it swirl in the conical depths as it slowly lifts toward the rim. once filled, the ladle re-hung, and the lid back in place, she turns to begin the trek to where the Master sits~

~she cradles the horn in both hands, and her bare feet make hardly a noise as she moves across the tiles, intent on the man ahead of her. the warmth
of the fire pit wraps about her flesh as she makes her way past it, gently flared hips swaying enticingly from side to side, the delectable scent of
roasting tarsk, verr, and bosk hovering in the air. at his feet she sinks to her knees, folding slender legs beneath her, the smooth curve of her rear nestling against her upturned heels. when she bows her head obeisantly, thick locks of auburn hair tumble about her shoulders and her arms as she lifts and extends them, the horn held carefully~ indie offers you mead, Master.
 

Bazi tea by amira{GS}

~amira rested on the serving furs eagerly awaiting the call to serve., as always her heart beating its steady rhythm the call to be pleasing, to serve with grace and beauty , to bring honor to the Tavern she so loved to serve~

tea girl hot and sweet !

~ her heart raced as she heard those words filter into her mind! The graceful beauty rocked back on her heels and rose in a liquid movement that brought her slender form up to the kiss of the firelight, the hungry flames danced along sun kissed curves accenting every generous hill and valley of rounded flesh, she stepped onto the tiles and turned in a whirl of red silks and honeyed curls, long sleek thighs one revealed and branded clearly as if it had always nestled there, the full swell of rounded hips caressed by the elegant drape of the silks, tightening with every step round the curve of her ass defining its perfection , the thick tangle of honeyed curls swaying down her supple back teased just above that curve  delightfully~

~she prowled her way to the servery intently aware of the eyes upon her, and turned the corner of the counter with a dip of her left hip, she moved to the center of the counter and dipped forward the silks rising along the luscious curves of her sweetly curved ass revealing just the most enticing peek as she leaned forward and grasped the serving tray resting there. she brought to the flat surface of her belly and gently ran her fingers round the rim before raising   her right thigh and pressing it to the soft inner flesh trailing its rim along the heated surface, ensuring there is nothing there to bring harm to fingers or flesh,, finding the rim to be smooth she carefully wiped the lacquered   surface to a deep glowing shine and placed it on the counter before her. her emerald gaze then rose upwards seeking the three tiny cups to match the tray, fingertips lightly strumming against the surface of her belly, feeling the gentle burn of her desires and needs surging deeply as her happiness within the serve grows. she located the tiny cups with a smile, settled her hips against the edge of the counter the cool meeting the warmed surface as she rose bringing the succulent bared perfection of her breasts upwards. slender fingers tease at each cup prodding them to her tiny palms each one set against the tray first one then two then three. she lowered then and took each cup raising it to the  gentle under curve of her breast and trailed each rim round teeth caught in the fullness of her lower lip as each cool rim ran that flesh til each was deemed smooth and worthy, she wiped each cup separately and placed it upon the tray. she then added the sugars both white and yellow placing them aside the cups and turned to find the jar of tea leaves kept in a tiny crock, she cupped her fingers round the precious  jar placing it gently amongst the sugars and cups~

~ she then turned her attention to the upper shelf once again and brought down the copper pot that would hold the hot water to prepare the tea with and brought it to her belly, the cool surface making her belly ripple back as if to preserve the fires that now burned deeply searing her soul to the core, she admired the copper vessel fingers lightly played along the deeply etched GS scroll  marking it as the Property of Gorean Shores not unlike the GS that was etched into the kolar that lie round her neck marking her  as property of the Tavern, she turned to the firepits the flames roaring upwards , seeking the flesh of the girl ,playfully lapping at the hills and valleys of voluptuous curves as if to take some of the slaves heat and make it a part of its inferno, soft laughter rose from her lips, the confection of mauve perfection glistening as her tongue ran round them slowly , she leaned over the flames as if to tease it , taunting it with the deeper fire that burned so brightly within and brought the copper pot to the pot of hot water that roiled in a deep boil always ready for serves, she filled the copper vessel full and returned the ladle, danced round on her toes away from the fire with a defiant twist of her hips as if to dare the flames to challenge her and brought the pot to the tray, emerald eyes now sultry she appraised the tray and found all she needed placed there~

~with slender finger she took the tray to her belly settling it against the taut surface and made her way round the corner of the counter into the Tavern Proper, emerald eyes raising once to wantonly move over the form of the One she served so completely then, lowered veiled by the thick frame of kohled lashes, a smile crossed her lush lips as she wove her way through the room ,carefully balancing the tray against her belly, the liquid grace of her movements like molten fire, the erotic sway of her hips beneath the tray calling out to the eyes of All , the tantalizing rise and fall of her ass cheeks begging for the grip of strong hands , the dance of her breasts above the tray , pebbled circlets surrounding the hardened nipples caressed by the steam of the hot water, honeyed hair flowing in a thick cascade of curls wrapping round her waist with each silent step, short ragged breaths inhaled hungrily as her need and wanton desire rose quickly, every measured step brought her, finally, to the feet of the One she served, she dropped down to her knees feeling the tiles across them as they swept  outward parting the smooth satin surface of her thighs, the dewy petals of her heat swelled against the tightening silks as they drew up her thighs slithering round her hips and ass, her back arched deeply as she leaned forward to settle the tray at His feet a deeply indrawn breath brought His scent to her, that Strength and Power, the mere presence of Him intoxicating her mind and fueling the flames of her heart, slender fingers pressed back a wayward curl of honey as she began to prepare ~

~she took the tiny box holding the tea leaves, lifting the lid that kept the leaves fresh and dry and placed it on the tray, carefully dipping  exactly 2 ounces of the fragrant leaves into the heat water in the copper pot,   then replacing the lid atop the box, she set it back on the tray, she picked up the yellow sugar, taking the tiny spoon she dipped  a generous amount to each cup, then added a generous amount of the white sugar as well ,replacing both crocks and their spoons to the tray the delicate motions of her fingers like a dance as she prepared each cup individually, a long strand of honey flowed over her shoulder the tip curling round the bared nipple of her right breast and curled round it teasing the hardened bud, she pressed it back over her shoulder tucking it in amongst the others and continued on. she wrapped her fingers round handle of the steaming pot and brought it to the first cup, slowly pouring the hot brewed tea over the sugars,  careful not to bring the spout against the rim and hazard chipping it, the fragrant aroma curling up within the tendrils of steam brought the strong aroma to her nostrils, the dark tea and sugars swirled round in the water mixing the flavors perfectly she waited for the leaves to settle at the bottom of the cup, setting the copper pot aside. she cupped the tiny cup with her fingers and brought it round the swell of her breasts to the sweet press of her lips settling them their for a moment sending a prayer silently for the health safety and prosperity of this Master then brought her arms up in a graceful arch   dipping her head between them she spoke her voice like sweet honey~

Master this slave offers You this tea and prays it warms You well

~as He took the first cup she set about preparing the second, emerald gaze unable to resist moving along the thickly muscled calves and thighs settling against the gleaming sword resting near Him and wondering how many battles this Warrior had fought, how many times that sword had been drawn and impaled into flesh, she shivered deeply and silently prayed that sword did not chose to feast upon her neck that day . she once against brought the pot to the cup, poured the tea in carefully letting the heated brew melt and mix with the sugars, waited until He finished the first, then cupped the second tiny cup between her fingers brought it to her heart then her lips pressing the lush mauve to the side with another pray for the Safety of this Warrior in Battle, brought it once more within easy reach her head dipping low as she offered the second cup to Him, her voice rising amongst the roar of the busy Tavern~

Master this slave offers You the second cup of tea and prays it warms You as well as the first

~as He took the second cup His fingers brushed against hers and sent a wave of energy through her veins the rush flowing through her like a wildfire out of control, her breathing became rapid her thighs parted wider offering Him a clear view of the treasure lying beneath the silks, the thick veil of lashes danced across the smooth surface of her cheeks as a soft whimper escaped her lips, trembling  fingers now took the copper pot for the last time.  once again she poured a measured amount of the rich and valuable brew into the final cup allowing it to settle before gripping the cup between her fingers, willing their trembling to stop she raised the final cup to her lips pressing them against the side as she said a final prayer, that somehow this Master might find her pleasing and worthy , brought the cup to her lips letting them linger there momentarily against the side, a soft moan left her lips as she raised her arms for the final time. Her head dipping low, voice now soft molten husky rose~

Master this slave offers You this final cup of tea, she hopes You find it as pleasing s the first two
and prays You find her serve pleasing and worthy of the Tavern she serves
 

Rence beer by telaise{MDK}
~upon hearing His deep throaty voice request a tankard of rence beer telaise rocks back on her heels.. pushing herself to stand as she steps off the serving furs.... her small bare feet gliding silently over the worn tiles of the path to the servery.. long flowing tendrils cascade down the gentle curve of her bare back.. the curled ends lightly brushing  her bottom as it sways enticingly from side to side beneath the scrap of silk draped over a pair of hips that beg for a Masters sensual clutch~

~as she enters the room.. eyes as blue as the Thassa shines with the morning sunrise scan the shelves in search of a Tankard... stretching on tiptoe as she stretches her lithe form... hips leaning into the counter... the hardness of the edge pressing into the swell of her mound hidden beneath her silk... a soft moan rising from deep within as her hips roll of their own accord increasing the sensation that courses through her body... eyes lighting upon a deep fiery red vessel.. reminding her of the raging fire within burning with the desire to serve.. fingertips grasping round the handle she brings it down safely and with a turn toward the Tavern.. her blue eyes lift seeking out His as He watches her every move.. His eyes intently following the tankard as she lowers it to rub the rim over the soft flesh of her inner thigh.... her lips parting with a sigh as the softness caresses over her skin... ensured the tankard will bring no harm to His delectable lips she turns to wipe the vessel clean of her trace before she moves for the cold room with the vessel clutched within her ample cleavage~

~tugging the handle of the chillery door the beast shivers as the cold air washes over her heated flesh... moving inside the coolness... ebony lashes flutter over deep blue pools as they adjust to the darkness of the room... scanning the shelves her gaze rests on a top shelf lined with various sized and shaped gourd flagons... quickly covering the distance to those shelves on tip toe she stretches to reach the vessel... breast dangling as delicious chilled fruit... a loud gasp echos off the chillery walls as the darkened centers teased into turgid peaks from the cold rub against the cold shelf below... pulling the heavy gourd from the shelf she holds it in her hand for scant ihns as her eyes inspect the flagon... much like that of a kort in shape with a wide rounded bottom that narrows to a thick elongated 'neck' at the top with a cork inserted to contain the rence beer within.... moving the gourd to rest in the crook of her arm.. it's coolness held beneath the swell of her breast as she turns to leave the cold room.. closing the door by giving it a generous bump of a supple hip as she passes by~

~stepping into the welcome warmth of the Tavern once more... her gaze lifting briefly to Him... her breath catching in her lungs as her gaze roams over His handsome form... igniting the desire within to please Him ... full rounded breasts jostle softly with her steps... hips swinging seductively as she weaves through the tables and furs... sinking to a kneel at His feet... the soft silks rising up her satiny thighs as they sweep achingly wide... her shaven mound revealed.... the soft petals of her sex glistening in the dim glow of the thalarion lamps as she settles her sweet ass upon upturned heels... the tankard clutched in her left hand... she balances the flagon atop her right thigh... her hand sliding over the smoothness to circle round the long thick neck of the vessel.. fingers wrapping around it in an almost sensual caress... her blue gaze lifting to His face as she brings the flagon to her lips... watching His eyes as they follow the rosy tip of her tongue as it parts lush soft lips... licking slowly across to moisten them before clutching the cork between her teeth.. giving a low growl as she tugs the cork till it gives way...  tilting the gourd to the tankard... watching the brew fill to within a hort of the rim before lifting it again to her mouth to replace the cork.. setting the flagon to her side as she clutches the tankard against her belly.... bringing the vessel over the swell of her luscious breasts to rest at her heart... her eyes closed as she offers a prayer for His safety before placing her moist tender lips to the side with a tender kiss of devotion...  long spiraled tresses flow forward over her shoulders as she bows her head between extended arms.. the tankard held in offering as she softly speaks~

Your rence beer Master... telaise hopes it quenches Your thirst and hopes her serve has been found pleasing to You as well
 

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