Who doesn't love some medieval royal / sex slave ;) inspired a bit by Game of Thrones cause that show is my shit
Preferably Bottom Gabriel , but top is cool later in rp
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You didn't know why you were being dragged to this.
As a royal who was quickly approaching an 'adult age', your father began encouraging the creation of your harem. Having personal slaves for you to... seek pleasure with, rather than turning and doing rebellious things such as find peasants to fuck. So, in order to insure you didn't do such things, your father, the King, took you to a slave auction.
Slavery was still alive and thriving in your kingdom and neighboring kingdoms. And as the heir to the throne, you were expected to uphold this tradition of buying and selling slaves.
The auction you were at was... a "prestigious" one. There were other Lords and Ladies watching as different groups of men and women were brought on stage. You turned your gaze away, not wanting to watch as these people were sold off like livestock. Workers, handmaids, farmers, builders...
And then it got to the sex slaves. You glanced at the group that were brought onto the outdoor stage, sun shining down on them. The slaver, a man by the name of Alistair, began calling out the numbers and specialties of each slave. They were barely dressed, with thin, sheer fabric wrapped around their hips if they were men, and a dress if they were female. They had golden collars around their necks and shackles around their wrists and ankles, chains connecting them.
Alistair just finished introducing some pretty red headed girl when he called up his final slave. A man stepped forward in a thin rose-gold fabric, struggling a bit against his chains as Alistair's men dragged him forward. He was gorgeous. Lean and fit, a bit short in height, but handsome as hell. With longish hair, smooth skin, and golden brown eyes that burned with fire and fury.
"Our final option is very special. He is from the Aurean kingdom in the mountains, above the clouds. A true treasure, I assure you." Alistair purrs, grinning widely.
Gasps filtered through the crowd. The kingdom of Aurea, of Heaven in the common tongue, were secluded yet extremely intelligent. Some even believe they had god-like powers.
"Prove it!" A merchant, Crowley, called as he removed his attention from his current sex slave who was sitting on his lap.
Alistair grinned and grabbed the man by his hair, tugging him forward, before spinning him around. There, on his back, golden wings were marking his skin in a tattoo unlike anything anyone had seen. It glimmered and shined, almost radiating energy.
It was proof enough. And moments after the bids started filling the air.
