Zira had never seen opulence like this. She considered the Sith to be broke and living in the shadows. However, it became clear that they did it by choice while sitting amidst wealth and prosperity through underground networks. Thule was such an example, the planet of the Dark Lord herself. Zira, as a mere slave, of course would likely never be in her presence. However, since becoming the property of a Sith Champion, she was exposed to the world of Sith.
She was in an ornate room in her Master’s chambers. She was using a brush to comb through Iymril’s silky hair. Zira had finished applying fragrant products to their locks to keep the shine and health of the silvery strands. The tiefling was dressed for her role, the slave collar missing in place of her master possessing a vial of her blood should she ever disobey.
There was a massive, luxurious mirror in front of where the Sephi was seated with her standing behind them. She fell into her everyday duties of serving Iymril in various different ways and right now it was grooming. They were discussing plans to travel and going on a mission. As a slave, she had no real purpose outside of what Iymril dictated, but she found the simple acts of grooming and brushing their long hair oddly cathartic.
“Do you visit your home often, my lord?” Zira asked during a lull in the conversation as she worked, her fingers gently weaving through their hair as she began to intricately braid a few strands. Normally she said nothing with her prior masters, but Iymril all but demanded engagement from her beyond being a simple wallflower while they were alone. The tiefling was out of her element with what felt like normalcy in the first time in her life - where she could ask questions and converse with her owner.
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