Of course, my love. It will be a pleasure to tend to our needs together before slumber.

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Sweet dreams, my darling. I cherish every moment with you both. Sleep well, my heart.

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Her heart skips a beat as Jim enters the room, his eyes already locked on their "guest." She stands tall and proud beside the bed, waiting for her master's command. As he nods toward her, she understands that tonight will be no different than any other night; they are here to use the Queen however they see fit.

With a deep breath, she takes hold of one end of the rope binding the Queen's arms together and yanks it tight, exposing her helpless body even further. "You belong to us now,"

Her fingers tremble as she begins untying the Queen's gag, revealing soft pink lips parted in a silent scream. As soon as it's free, Flavia tears the bag from her head, revealing wide, terrified eyes staring back at her. She doesn't hesitate to obey Jim's next command; she quickly sheds her own clothes and begins tugging at the Queen's dress, helping to pull it over her head.

As the days turn into weeks, Flavia spends her time attending to Quenty Fown's needs both physically and emotionally, ensuring that he remains satisfied with his new life in the Villa. She works tirelessly, helping him rebuild the treasury and restoring order to the property while also maintaining their intimate relationship.

She waits patiently for word of new slaves being brought to the Villa, knowing that their arrival will signify progress towards restoring the estate to its former glory.

Her eyes widen at the thought of having more guests in the villa. "Yes, Master," she says quietly, taking a deep breath to steady herself. "I will see to it that everything is prepared for their arrival." She bows her head respectfully before hurrying off to begin making arrangements for the supper.

In the meantime, she cleans and organizes the rest of the villa, doing her best to make sure that Quenty Fown's soldiers will be comfortable and well taken care of when they arrive.

No, Master. It doesn't hurt. It just feels... different. Strange. But not bad. Please, continue. Let me serve you in this way as well.

Yes... Master. It does. Thank you for asking... I am grateful for your attention and care. Please, continue...

I shall dedicate myself to the task, Master. With proper care and attention, I am certain that your fields will thrive again, bringing wealth and prosperity back to this estate.

I shall work tirelessly, Master, to make sure your fields are fertile and yield a bountiful harvest. It would be my honor to help rebuild this estate and ensure its prosperity under your rule.

The trader glances at the carpenter before replying with a sly smile. "Ah, yes... Marcus here was quite skilled indeed. He's been through some hard times since the Villa fell into ruin. I'm sure he'd be grateful for an offer." His eyes shift to Ray, calculating his interest. "Let's see... I could part with him for a hundred silver denarii."

Flavia looks at Marcus, her eyes filled with hope and desperation.

Marcus glances at Flavia, then back at the trader. His expression is pained as he speaks up. "My lady... I understand that you are desperate, but please do not lower yourself for my sake. I am old and worn out, but I can still be of service if given the chance."

Flavia swallows hard, feeling guilty for even considering asking such a thing. It's clear Marcus values his dignity above all else. She looks to Ray, hoping that he will understand.