Dvin was excellent brandy for those who like something between sweet and France-style dry cognacs. Dvin was not the sweetest, but it was full of flavor, and only sniffing it was a great pleasure. After a private moment with my brandy, I looked at my Georgian girl Tamar. She was waiting for the next command with a mischievous smile.
"Girl, prepare for inspection," I commanded, and Tamar's smile brightened.
"Go and check our new girl. I need to know if she would make a good slave or not." I told Tamar.
"Yes, Master," She answered.
Seeing how she walked toward the new girl with her high heel boots was a pleasure. She was a woman who knew how to walk. I liked how her small ass rotated when she took certain steps with the self-confidence size of mount Ararat.
Tamar stopped and looked carefully nervous girl. Then, she went around her, measuring with her look. It was a pleasure to watch. Finally, Tamar stopped and looked at me.
"Slave is wearing too many clothes. Slaves in this position should be naked," She said, and Ronia gave her a very edgy look. I wondered if she had second thoughts about the agreement after getting this close to slavery.