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Nazeli turned to her Masters, and she liked what she saw from a foreigner’s eyes. She had a short moment when she was unsure about herself and the dance, but after the music started, her confidence was there. Dance with the apple was a big step for the slave she was. Before her dance and most likely also after, Master could lock her with a belt. That was to protect her from guards and slave boys who were not castrated or constrained by belt. Nazeli hated belts. It was uncomfortable to wear, and cleaning was difficult. It also prevented her from having that little joy that she could do for herself. Luckily this Master allowed her to be free when she was behind locks with other harem girls. Master excluded all males from those premises. Sometimes there was a eunuch or two, but they were there to serve the girls.

Zungur was enjoying the dance. This one was not as wild as some of the dances. It was more graceful and focused more on hip and hand movements. Dancer was like floating on the small space without grand gestures. This girl knew how to use her hips and present her ass, which was a nice ass. She had just enough clothing to teas man’s mind, and her expressions told Zungur that she waited for an opportunity to jump on him.

Master Marcus told a few commands to his slave boy. First, as a good host, he would leave Zungur to his slave girl and let her earn her upkeeping. Nazeli was a well-trained slave girl, and Marcus was sure that his guest would be happy after her treatment.