Josslyn

Information on the woman who is soon to play a key role in the upcoming war.

The morning shift went by very easily. Her first tasks of the day included getting the food ready for Lord Batholomeu and his frequent guests. Lord Bartholomeu owned much of the land behind the mountains and there was a reason for that too. Josslyn stayed in a brothel where the rich paid a lot of money to have a young girl about Josslyn’s age be with them for a night. Josslyn was perhaps the only girl in the brothel who hasn’t been touched by a man. Lord Bartholomeu didn’t understand why, but he made it known to everyone that he gets paid very well to make sure no harm comes to her.

            Josslyn made sure to include some meats on a silver platter and a few grapes and picked it up with one hand. She should’ve looked behind her because she got bumped in the back almost making her lose balance on the platter, but she regained it with her other hand. “Sorry”, she said even though she only received a snort. The other servants didn’t really like her much. The people didn’t like that she was treated special especially the other younger woman who were constantly bought out like they were going out of style. She continued walking down the brown marble floored corridor and took a left into another hallway. She heard splashing coming from the room and she knew why the markings on the wall illustrated beautiful woman bathing. While spectators were watching like it was no big deal.

            In fact it wasn’t a big deal for the right price. Josslyn walked into the room barefoot as she wasn’t allowed any shoes none of the slaves were. She scanned the room taking in the gorgeous markings on the bright red walls. She saw many small pools of water in which the naked women were swimming about laughing to one some sitting on the edges smoking a wooden pipe. She tried to look away in embarrassment, but was too curious to turn away. She stared at them from pool to pool until finally her eyes fell upon a familiar sight There. She said to herself as she saw Bartholomeu sitting near some very important people she recognized from other lands. They frequented here a lot even though she was sure they had wives.

            She started walking to her right the floor was awful wet and she passed a bed in which a naked women with buxom breast and a bald dressed were getting cozy on. The curtains were open for now. There were other rooms just like that one located on the outer walls of the pools. They were for when people decided to get together the rooms with open curtains could be occupied and closed curtains meant there was something going on. Right now from the looks of it she could tell of the six rooms there were only two open curtains. She went down the middle part where there was a bit of floor there despite the huge fountain taking up most of the room. She noticed some of the women jumping up in down as the fountains water splashed on them just so they could hear the men cheer for them to do it again. She rolled her eyes in annoyance and once she made it across she took another right towards the end of the room where Barholomeu was. She walked over and the men didn’t seem to notice her at first. Bartholomeu’s body was angled towards the man sitting next to him at the dark red table. Josslyn recognized him as Lord Jonathan he might as well lived here he frequented quite often. She liked the way his red hair fell in front in front of his blue eyes. The guy sitting directly in front of him was Lord Tomas with his grey black hair and evil looking facial muscles. She could never tell if he was in a good mood or bad mood he seemed pissed all the time. Next to him was Lord Shamis, the pervert, she thought of him that way because he was always grabbed every girl in here at least a few times already.

            She sat the platter down over the table having to lean forward almost all the way onto the table. She was busy arranging the huge silver plate that she didn’t seem to notice all the men staring at her. She was quite a sight to see. She had curly black hair that came all the way to her mid back and the men watched as it swayed behind her while she moved. Her eyes were always sparkling in the light and were the color of the hazel nuts that sometimes fell from the trees. Her skin was an even light brown tone and appeared as smooth as silk without any blemishes to speak of. She was of average height about five feet six inches. Her body seemed fit for perfection. She’d done a lot of work inside this house and outside making sure to stay away from the dangerous materials or Lord Bartholomeu would have a fit because of the money he was receiving. The work she did kept her tip top shape making her legs look as though they were sculpted by the Gods themselves. Her breast weren’t that big, but they were just enough the perfect size and her abdomen weren’t just flat it seemed she too was getting a four pack of muscles growing. The great thing about her stomach is she didn’t look too fit which would’ve turned the men off as they stared at her she just looked just right. She was wearing what all the young women were supposed to wear. She wore a tight spaghetti strap top that tied around her neck and swooped just below her breast covering half her midsection. Her lower half was covered by a long black skirt that had splits all the way up her thighs with only a section connecting the back to the front.

            She finally got up after finding the perfect spot in between a few of glasses that were on the table. Lord Shamis made sure to drag his hand across her bottom. She could only stare away.

            “The beautiful Josslyn”, he said and it made her stomach churn. The way he was looking at her now-licking his lips and staring at her breast with his black eyes, she wanted to slap him.

            “Yes sir.” That was what she was required to say to all the guests who approached her. She did her job just like the rest of them.

            “I love the way she says that.” Bartholomeu joined in which only made Josslyn even more anxious to leave. She had brought the food in so she angled her body towards the center aisle.

            “Thank you sir,” she wasn’t sure exactly what else to say they were all staring at her.

            Lord Shamis moved his chocolate covered arm up near her left hand and up her arm. Josslyn moved her arm away she didn’t like when the men gave her this attention only because Bartholomeu wouldn’t let them have her. They had their other ways of touching and grabbing. Shamis didn’t approve of Josslyn moving her hand away and stood up to face her. Her light brown eyes sparkling at him made him only desire her more.