"For sale by auction:
One human female, natural blond, fit, extroardinary proportions. 5'5", 35-23-35, 118 lbs, about 20 years of age. Trained dancer, very flexible, shameless, eager to please. Natural linguist, high-class manners, intriguing personality. Possesses some magical aptitude. Non-virgin, certified clean, never slaved."
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This is the ad that appeared in the local newspapers - at least those which had a "Slaves Bought&Sold" listing. Mary and Anne were out of town, so Calico figured it would be a good time to sell herself into slavery. She needed the money to hire Mr. Sherlock Holmes, and whenever she tried to talk to the Corporate secretary about the funds, she was brushed off.
Calico had become obsessed with the desire to find her daughter, who had gone missing (not that her bastard husband was any help finding her.) No one had seen the girl; no one had any idea who had taken her. This was a matter for Sherlock Holmes, certainly, but it would cost a lot of money to pay his retainer - not to mention the expense of the expedition to find a universe where he existed.
Cally theoretically had money, being an heiress, and a rich one. She never lacked for designer gowns or new toys. She owned islands; many islands. But when she asked her accountant to find the money for Mr. Holmes' retainer, he said that none of her funds could be accessed. Some was in stocks, which couldn't be sold, some was in islands, which no one wanted to buy, and some was in a trust fund - which could not be accessed until she turned 25.
So in order to raise the necessary funds (and also admittedly on a whim) Cally sold herself into slavery. There wasn't an auction after all - she was a little confused about that - but she had succeeded in locating a master. It was a relief, really, because "I have extremely unrealistic goals." Finally, after the creation of a kleptomaniacal owl, a monstrous rooster-demon-thing, and countless other hazardous hallucinations, Cally had realized that she was a tad bit irresponsible.
So it was the Master's job to make the decisions now, yeah? Things would be less confused. She could make her own way, and Mary might be mad at first, but she'd be proud when she saw - Well, she'd probably forgive Cally, she always did. And it was good that she was distracted so she wouldn't hallucinate any more chickens.
The Master called her Cali, though her name was Calico Bonny Etcetera Titles. She called him Master, though his name was Lord Brutin Something. It was like a special new game. Cali liked games. She hoped this one wouldn't disappoint.
Cali-co was not very stable when she was disappointed. She was having a lucid moment, and she reflected in awe that his Lordship had actually handed her a goddamn knife. After she'd showed him Hat Trick with Owl. She was stunned by the weight of it all. She could so easily have stabbed him in the belly, laughed, said, "There's a great trick for you!" She could have. She hadn't.
This time.
One human female, natural blond, fit, extroardinary proportions. 5'5", 35-23-35, 118 lbs, about 20 years of age. Trained dancer, very flexible, shameless, eager to please. Natural linguist, high-class manners, intriguing personality. Possesses some magical aptitude. Non-virgin, certified clean, never slaved."
http://i266.photobucket.com/albums/ii278/ClubBabylon/10-1.jpg
This is the ad that appeared in the local newspapers - at least those which had a "Slaves Bought&Sold" listing. Mary and Anne were out of town, so Calico figured it would be a good time to sell herself into slavery. She needed the money to hire Mr. Sherlock Holmes, and whenever she tried to talk to the Corporate secretary about the funds, she was brushed off.
Calico had become obsessed with the desire to find her daughter, who had gone missing (not that her bastard husband was any help finding her.) No one had seen the girl; no one had any idea who had taken her. This was a matter for Sherlock Holmes, certainly, but it would cost a lot of money to pay his retainer - not to mention the expense of the expedition to find a universe where he existed.
Cally theoretically had money, being an heiress, and a rich one. She never lacked for designer gowns or new toys. She owned islands; many islands. But when she asked her accountant to find the money for Mr. Holmes' retainer, he said that none of her funds could be accessed. Some was in stocks, which couldn't be sold, some was in islands, which no one wanted to buy, and some was in a trust fund - which could not be accessed until she turned 25.
So in order to raise the necessary funds (and also admittedly on a whim) Cally sold herself into slavery. There wasn't an auction after all - she was a little confused about that - but she had succeeded in locating a master. It was a relief, really, because "I have extremely unrealistic goals." Finally, after the creation of a kleptomaniacal owl, a monstrous rooster-demon-thing, and countless other hazardous hallucinations, Cally had realized that she was a tad bit irresponsible.
So it was the Master's job to make the decisions now, yeah? Things would be less confused. She could make her own way, and Mary might be mad at first, but she'd be proud when she saw - Well, she'd probably forgive Cally, she always did. And it was good that she was distracted so she wouldn't hallucinate any more chickens.
The Master called her Cali, though her name was Calico Bonny Etcetera Titles. She called him Master, though his name was Lord Brutin Something. It was like a special new game. Cali liked games. She hoped this one wouldn't disappoint.
Cali-co was not very stable when she was disappointed. She was having a lucid moment, and she reflected in awe that his Lordship had actually handed her a goddamn knife. After she'd showed him Hat Trick with Owl. She was stunned by the weight of it all. She could so easily have stabbed him in the belly, laughed, said, "There's a great trick for you!" She could have. She hadn't.
This time.