The next dark elven maid to arrive looked a little gloomy. She had an average figure beneath her maid dress, slightly curvier than Chloe. Like all elves, she was youthful and pretty, though this one seemed like she was trying to hide it. Her long white hair covered her face. She moved slowly, and slouched when she sat down. She brought her knees up, placing her feet on the seat. She was curled into a little ball, hugging herself tightly, and making herself look small.
"Hi," I said.
The gloomy slave girl blinked at me, and seemed to take a good five seconds to realize I was paying attention to her. She awkwardly nodded her head.
"Name, Age, Class and Level?" Lysander asked.
"Ass Licker, twenty-seven, level 1 [Commoner]." she said, so quiet that I could barely hear.
"Ass Licker, that's your name?" I asked.
Ass Licker nodded.
"Do you have another name? Or was that the name you were born with."
"I have been an Ass Licker for my entire life."
"I assume there's a reason for that name?" I asked, with a smirk.
"Licking anuses is all I'm good for," she mumbled quietly.
"Any other skills?" Maddie asked gently.
Ass Licker shook her head sadly, "Master let me lick his feet once… He said I was terrible at it, and beat me until I cried. I'm really only good for licking ass."
"Have you tried… sucking dick, or licking pussy?" I suggested.
Ass Licker shook her head, "I used to have silly ideas like that sometimes… when I was younger. But no, I know what I am, and where I belong. I wouldn't even know what to do with someone's front parts."
"What if we ask you to do something else… other than analingus?" Maddie asked.
Ass Licker winced, and stared at Maddie in despair, "I-I'll try my best Mistress… but I'll probably be terrible at it…"
"Ass Licker is, at the very least, quite skilled at her namesake activity." Lothelea added sympathetically, obviously trying to help out her fellow maid.
"Skilled at licking ass?" I said.
Ass Licker nodded nervously, "…the best…" she mumbled.
"The best ass licker?" Lysander asked.
Ass Licker nodded again. "…the very best…" she mumbled.
"So, she's a bit of a specialist?" I said.
"What's your sexual orientation, do you like girl ass or boy asses more?" Lysander asked.
"…both? It's the universal orifice, everybody's got a butt… maybe boy asses are a little better cause they're hairy and smell stronger…" she mumbled.
"I suppose it's easy enough to guess… but what tasks did you perform for your previous master?" Maddie asked.
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"Licking ass," Ass Licker replied quietly. "Master's ass, his friends' asses, his employees' asses, his slaves' asses… any and all asses presented to me…"
Lothelea cleared her throat, "She performed her task with unflinching dedication."
"I can see that," Maddie said, confusedly. "But um… why?"
"Why did Lord Tony like rimjobs?" I asked.
"No, why would someone dedicate an entire slave only to analingus?" Maddie corrected.
I quietly turned to the gloomy slave girl, waiting for her to reply.
"It's all I'm good for…" she muttered.
This conversation was going in circles. I fought back the urge to facepalm.
"Well… I guess that's all my questions…" I said.
Lysander, Chloe, and Maddie agreed.
"Okay, I think we're done, send in the next one please," I told the maid.
Nephaline and Barrel Girl were both completely traumatized and nonverbal. We decided to skip their interviews. Dark elf maid number six, was the last maid we were interviewing.
This one looked almost normal. She had a somewhat slender figure, as was typical for elves, with lovely curves, and long white hair tied back in a loose ponytail. Her eyes were spirited, and filled with life, somehow not traumatized by her former horrifying situation. Yet, at the same time, she also looked absolutely terrified of us.
"Hi there," I said.
"Hello Mistress," she replied with a nervous smile.
"Name, Age, Class and Level?" Lysander asked.
"Um… Rylia, fifty-seven years old, and umm..." she hesitated.
We waited for her to continue.
"So if I tell you… can you maybe… not freak out and kill me… please?" she said nervously.
"Why would we kill you?" I asked.
"M-my class…" she mumbled nervously. "I… I had a bit of a past… it sounds a bit scary, but I'm not a threat I promise. I'm very super duper broken in now. Not even a shred of resistance left…"
"We won't kill you," Lysander said gently.
"Let's hear it, I'm curious now." I said.
"I'm serious… I'm a good girl. Perfectly loyal. Not gonna try anything stupid," she stammered nervously.
"Okay…" I said, waiting for her to continue.
She sighed in resignation, "Level sixty-six [Shadowstalker Master Assassin]."
Holy shit, she was a tier four! An early tier four, but a tier four nonetheless.
"Wow…" I said.
"I'm not a threat… please." she said nervously. "Seriously. I give up. I surrender. Ask me to kneel and kiss your boots, and you better believe I'll be there as fast as you can blink. All I want… the only thing I want… is to just be a good girl for you, and not die."
"Don't murder anybody, and you're fine in my books…" Maddie said.
"Don't murder anybody without permission," Lysander corrected.
"I'm surprised you didn't try to escape yet," I said. "These new collars don't block your magic, do they Chloe?"
Chloe held up a green glowing healing hand. "No, Mistress."
"Could I escape from you right now? Probably," Rylia shrugged.
She slid a foot underneath her chair, touching the shadow beneath with her heel. In an instant, her body melted into nothingness, leaving the chair in front of us empty.
A whisper came from behind my ear, "I can teleport invisibly and soundlessly through shadows, disguise myself from magical tracking and appraisal skills, and even turn invisible, scentless, and soundless for a few hours at a time."
I spun around, and saw absolutely nothing behind me.