Naba was quite surprised. If the girl had not been a slave perhaps some of the story the auctioneer had told him was true. Maybe she really was a noblewoman. If she was noble and could act like one... Naba's mental abacus went to work as he contemplated an even better price for the girl. He might even be able to sell her to one of the minor rajahs east of the Indus river.

I'm not a slave... it was almost a whisper from her mouth.

"This is a most unfortunate situation." Naba saw a possible glimmer of hope in her eyes. He continued, to disavow her of any confusion.

"Whoever sold you to the slavers made a slave of you. Make no mistake. If you cannot accept that you will only suffer. You will have to learn how to be a slave."

Naba watched her expression change as he told her these things, wondering what she was thinking.

"I said it is an unfortunate situation because it means you have not been taught any of the love arts." Naba rocked back and forth on his heels. He would probably even have to teach her how to fuck enthusiastically. He would have to stretch her ass. She probably didn't even know how to use her mouth.

"Can you dance? Take off the cloak and show me."