"Servant, my feet have been sore all morning. Rub them for me!" Jenny orders.
"At once madam." The servant says. He approaches Jenny, and kneels on the ground, taking her feet, and placing them on his lap. The servant began to dig his thumbs into her black ankle socked foot. Being from the ring, he was already an expert in all she would ask of him, so he gave a fantastic foot massage. Jenny groans.
"Yesss. This is the life. I want this every day." She says. She lays back on the bed, and rests her right foot on the servants shoulder.
"Slave... What's your name?" Jenny asks.
"Whatever you want." He answers.
"Hmmm... How about Torent? I like that name. Torent, I have something I want you to do for me. To pledge your life to me..."
"Yes of course! Anything!"
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