Delia reentered the room, and as soon as Ash saw what she had on his jaw dropped.
Delia was wearing a purple, silk belly dancer uniform. It consisted of a top that was more or less a rather fancy looking bra, and baggy, see-through silk pants. She also had golden rings around her wrists, ankles, and one around her forehead. The outfit itself was also laden with some gold coin-looking objects that jingled softly as she walked.
She began to move through the room towards Ash. Her footsteps were soft and there was a pronounced sway in her hips. Her breasts bounced playfully within her top.
"W...wow..." was all Ash could say as Delia finally reached him. She got right up against him and let out a deep, pleased sigh. Meanwhile, Ash stared directly down her top. Delia giggled and slowly slid down the front of her son, eventually kneeling before him with her legs spread and her hands resting gently on her legs. She looked up at him expectantly.
"So. How may I serve you Master?" she purred. Ash stood there a moment, looking her up and down, and feeling flustered. But he did manage to shake himself back to reality and finally made his decision as to what to have his slave do.
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