The following story contains elements of bondage and lesbian relationships. If this offends you, please turn back now.

Their eyes had met as soon as Ana was brought out.
It had been several years since Mistress had bought Ana, given her a home, a proper education. She served her drink and food and entertained her with music and dance, together with the other girls who belonged to Mistress.
Mistress sometimes invited friends and trusted servants into the palace to drink and converse and whatever else happened behind closed doors. Some were men but most appeared to be women around Mistress' age, often younger. It was a normal occurrence and Ana had learned to not pay it much mind.
Yet, this guest was a different case.
She was younger than Mistress, but older than Ana herself. She was a warrior, no doubt, her body was toned, her stance proud yet feminine and the scar across her cheek was surely caused by an enemy's blade. Her chin-length hair was red as flames and her eyes of an amber colour. Those eyes she could not escape. As Ana danced, wearing wide trousers and tops so thin they were more of a veil than clothes, her gaze always seemed to dart back towards the stranger. Neither the warrior, nor Mistress missed the far too apparent attraction.

"Her name is Ana", Mistress explained, as the dancer knelt before the women, "She has been with me for... about four years now. A natural in all she does and a natural beauty at that. A rare treasure, you understand? Do be gentle with her."
"I see that you treasure her, Milady." The fighter's voice was that of an angel in Ana's ears. "I won't bring her any harm, you have my word."

And gentle she was.
A sigh escaped Ana's lips as she felt the woman's fingers on her skin. She was kneeling amongst the pillows of a private room, straddling the warrior's thighs. her arms were raised, her wrists caught on golden cuffs, anchored in the ceiling with golden chains.
The warrior caressed her sides and belly, running her fingertips over the girl's skin, making her shiver with excitement. She wetted her lips and kissed the dancer's stomach, flicking the piercing in her navel with the tongue. Ana gasped and looked down, meeting her gaze once more.
"I can see why your mistress was so insistent I be gentle.", the woman said quietly, "I would be ashamed to ruin your wonderful body and your beauty."
"Thank you, Milady...", Ana replied timidly. The warrior's status, strength and beauty were all intimidating to her. The thought of her requesting this night together was still strange and alien to her, even when she was right in the middle of it.
"As long as we are together like this... you may use my name, Frya.", Frya said, as her hands wandered upwards, towards Ana's chest, gently caressing the dancer's sides.
"Y-yes, Lady Frya.", Ana replied again, pushing her body all-so-slightly towards the warrior's hands.
Frya briefly touched the layer of silk that covered the dancer's perfectly round breasts, having removed the thin top earlier, before focusing on her already exposed skin again, gently pressing her lips against Ana's collar bone, luring more gasps and sighs out of the chained girl.
"You are so sensitive.", she smiled, "Do you enjoy it?"
"Yes. Yes, please go on.", Ana pleaded.
Frya moved up to reach Ana's eye-level and gently touched her cheek. Without many words, she moved closer and locked her lips with the dancer's.
Ana's head became fuzzy. Her heart beat louder and harder, so loud she feared the warrior would hear it and so hard she feared she would feel it, as she began to unravel the silk around her chest, dropping it into the pillows as it came loose. Ana gasped into the kiss and grabbed the chains as Frya's fingers caressed and gently massaged her chest. The chains rattled as her body started to shiver.
The lips left hers and for a moment, a feeling of loss overcame her, though it was quickly chased away by the wet touch of lips and tongue on her chest, as the fingers moved lower, past her belly, between her legs.
Ana threw back her head moaning loudly, pulling on the chains and moving her body closer against the warrior.

She had never awoken to a more beautiful sight, or more welcoming words.
"Good Morning, lovely.", Frya whispered, smiling at her as they lay beside each other, covered by nothing but the light sheets.
"Lady Frya..." Ana smiled a sleepy smile and instinctively cuddled closer.
They lay there, in silence, taking enjoyment simply out of each other's company.
"I will earn you.", Frya finally said, "I will not rest until your mistress permits me to keep you. And you will be mine forever."
And it was the most beautiful thing the dancer had ever heard.