Steamy Dreams
There was a shout, and then a murmur of voices.
"Hey Arena-scrapper, you think you can hoard all the prettiest ones to yourself?" The voice was thick, accented. It was a slave's voice. A Xokothi's. He was clearly addressing Wulfkar. Phaeka slowly withdrew her mouth, wiped away the pre-cum dangling at her lips, and turned around. What she saw made her stiffen. There were at least 14 men in the group that now approached. These were dark-skinned Xokothi, all with eyes of fierce intelligence. The Xokothi had been bred to be accountants, bookkeepers, treasury clerks -- the bureaucrats who helped the machinery of the Empire run smoothly. But the Xokothi were also naturally strong and physically fi