Last night was eventful indeed. And it all started innocently enough, with a plate of food...
With the five coppers I had been alotted, I was intent on a fine, hot meal and the purchase of a treat to surprise my Mistress. But hardly had I knelt by Mistresses Nexhias and Megaera when two Turian slavers and a third man dressed in leathers of black approached. The three had been watching us women for some time, and they chose to approach when Master Tegutai walked away. It seemed they approached with ill intent, and so we developed a ruse in which it seemed that delilah had offended the Mistresses and would be dragged back to the wagons for punishment. In the process, tables and public dining area patrons were overturned to block pursuit, and then we fled.
Were the slavers intent on capturing the Mistresses and delilah? Or were they simply approaching with the intent of making an offer for delilah, having assumed one of the Mistresses was my owner?
Perhaps we will never know. Either way, I was made to give an accounting to Master Dylan, who had witnessed some of the chaos, and was then hauled off to his wagon.
I do not even want to re-enter the city, now. I am certain many will remember the face of the slave who assisted in the disturbance. I know that my shame should not outweigh my Mistress's potential pleasure, and that I should procure the intended gift for her... but I do dread walking through those gates a final time this season.