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She's called the flying Dutchman and its rage that fills her sails..... (Kira X Alisa)

She walked with her nervously, walking up when called. She looked out at the crew as her hand was held high by the taller woman, causing her to go on her tip toes.
"Heh, so, what exactly does it mean to be a concubine?" She asked in a whisper.
 
"Sex slave lass." She said with a grin.
 
"Aye." She said with a grin, "Don't worry lass, its not so bad, I'll put ye to use outside of the bedroom."
 
"Oh good, yeah like you know my skills. But umm, you have lived long enough, and certainly could have, so, why not take a concubine before me? and why me?"
 
"Thought didnt occur to me till then, and ya just so happened to be onboard, seeking shelter no doubt, so I figured why not take a prisoner and sake my lust at the same time. Savvy?" She grinned.
 
"Oh yeah, I guess that makes sense. And heh most people probably don't try and seek shelter on this ship huh?" She asked with a slight blush.
 
"Now yer using your head lass." She grinned, "So, first order o business is to put ye to work, do you have any skills of value in the kitchen?"
 
Amara sighed, "Fix things eh?" She said as her eyes widened as an idea popped into her head. "I need ye to look at somethin, somethin real special." She took the woman to her bedroom and to the music box, "It's not as loud as it used to be, and its the only thing that helps me sleep. Be a dear and take a look would ye?"
 
"Oh of course!, though I will need some smaller more delicate tools to fix it in all likelihood" She explained walking over to it, and carefully examining it.
 
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