A while later, after you were nice and clean, and wearing fresh, clean, if white, clothes, you were in Jasmin's room.
"So, just what am I supposed to do?" you asked.
Jasmin smiled. "You are my Personal Servant. You are to wait on me, and do as I say. Pretty much, you do as I want. If I want food, you get it. If I want a massage, you better get to work on it. If I want to have sex, take off those clothes. If I want to eat you, you'd better be delicious."
"Eat me?" you asked, nervously.
"Don't worry, you'd be fine," said Jasmin. "Unless you're dead, you wouldn't get digested."
"So, why me?" you asked. "I mean, anyone could be your Personal Servant by the sounds of it."
"Look at it this way, you are rare, and exotic," said Jasmin. "Having you near me is like showing off a valuable possession. Other nobles will want a human servant, but since you're the only one we know of here, they won't be able to get one."
"So, I'm like a piece of jewelry to you, to show off to the other members of nobility," you said.
"Pretty close," said Jasmin. "Simply do as I say when in view of the Public, and you'll do just fine. When we're in Private, and you're not on Duty, feel free to do as you wish. That being said, when you go out and about, make sure that one of the Guards goes with you. You don't know your way around, and it would be shameful for me if something happened to you."
"Alright," you said. "So, what now?"
At this, Jasmine smiled.
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