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The Lara Inn is proud to serve the finest in food and drink, prepared in the Laran way. This will serve as a reference for slaves regarding the way the serve is done in tLi. Note: every Home has its own styles and customs, and tLi is no exception. As We are a high-quality Inn, We add certain things that make Our Guests' experience in tLi unique and pleasurable.

A step by step guide to the serve is followed by an example of an actual serve done properly.

As with all the Scrolls, this is a work in progress. More serves will be added so check back often.

Black Wine:

in tLi is served fresh brewed to order from a small pot over a brazier. (Remember that Black Wine beans are a precious commodity and keeping huge cauldrons of the brew around would be wasteful [not to mention how the stuff tastes!]) Cream and sugar are placed on the tray with the mug and taken to the feet of the FP, where the Black Wine is prepared to his/her taste. There is no such thing as 'first slave' but if it is requested, assume it to mean with cream and sugar. "Second slave" is black. "Third  slave" is a tLi specialty; see this link.

Sources in the Scrolls:

5:106 , 5:107 , 12:20 , 12:21 , 10:88 , 10:89 , 16:244 , 16:245 , 16:247 , 11:74

The two slaves, their chains removed, now returned, and began to serve the black wine. The voluptuous slave of Aemilianus, whom he had not yet named, placed the tiny silver cups, on small stands, before us. The lovely little slave in bluish gauze, whom he had not yet named, holding the narrow spouted, silver pouring vessel in a heavy cloth, to retain its heat and protect her hands, poured the scalding, steaming black fluid, in narrow, tiny streams, into the small cups. She poured into the cups only the amount that would be compatible with the assorted sugars and creams which the guest might desire, if any, these being added in, and stirred, if, and as, pertinent, by Aemilianus' slave, who directed the serving. I had heard of black wine, but had never had any. It is drunk in Thentis, but I had never heard of it being much drunk in other Gorean cities.... Then I picked up one of the thick, heavy clay bowls... It was extremely strong, and bitter, but it was hot, and unmistakably, it was coffee.

Thentis does not trade the beans for black wine. I have heard of a cup of black wine in Ar, some years ago, selling for a silver eighty piece. Even in Thentis black wine is used commonly only in High Caste homes.... Originally, doubtless beans were brought from Earth, much as certain other seeds, and silkworms and such.

He sat, cross-legged, behind the low table. On it were hot bread, yellow and fresh, hot black wine, steaming, with its sugars, slices of roast bosk, the scrambled eggs of vulos, pastries with creams and custards,

I grinned, and washed down the eggs with a swig of hot black wine, prepared from the beans grown upon the slopes of the Thentis Mountains. This black wine is quite expensive. Men have been slain on Gor for attempting to smuggle the beans out of the Thentian territories.

From one side, a slave girl, barefoot, fled to him, with the tall, graceful, silvered pot containing the black wine... She knelt, replenishing the drink.

She carried a tray, on which were various spoons and sugars. She knelt, placing her tray on the table. With a tiny spoon, its tip no more that a tenth of a hort in diameter, she placed four measures of white sugar, and six of yellow, in the cup; with two stirring spoons, one for the white sugar, another for the yellow, she stirred the beverage after each measure. She then held the cup to the side of her cheek, testing its temperature; Ibn Saran glanced at her; she, looking at him, timidly kissed the side of the cup and placed it before him.

Black wine, except in the vicinity of Thentis, where most of it is grown on the slopes of the Thentis range, is quite expensive.

"Second slave," I told her, which, among the river towns, and in certain cities, particularly in the north, is a way of indicating that I would take the black wine without creams or sugars, and as it came from the pouring vessel, which, of course, in these areas, is handled by the "second slave," the first being the girl who puts down the cups, takes the orders and sees that the beverage is prepared according to the preferences of the one who is being served."

I lifted the tiny silver cup to my lips and took a drop of the black wine. Its strength and bitterness are such that it is normally drunk in such a manner, usually only a drop or a few drops at a time. Commonly, too, it is mollified with creams and sugars. I drank it without creams and sugars, perhaps, for I had been accustomed, on Earth, to drinking coffee in such a manner, and the black wine of Gor is clearly coffee, or closely akin to coffee. Considering its bitterness, however, if I had not been drinking such a tiny amount, and so slowly, scarcely wetting my lips, I too, would surely have had recourse to the tasty, gentling additives with which it is almost invariably served.

Eta piled several of the hot, tiny eggs, earlier kept fresh in cool sand within the cave, on a plate, with heated yellow bread, for him. I, grasping the pot with a rag and both hands, poured him a handled, metal tankard of the steaming black brew, coffee or black wine.

A Lexicographical note:

"Black Wine" is always two words; capitalization is optional.

Technique:

1. Approach Free Person and ask to serve. Always ask "how" you may serve, never "if"; this is a subtle psychological technique, which allows the Free person to feel they already want you to serve.
   
   
2. Acknowledge the order.
   
   
3. Move to kitchen and select a Mug; check the Mug for blemishes, wipe clean (not with your hair).
   
   
4. Pour some Black Wine beans into the grinder in the kitchen, and grind them to a fine powder. Enjoy the aroma; this is one of the greatest pleasures in life, some say surpassing alcoving. Yeah! They really do!
   
   
5. Place the ground, ecstatically aromatic beans in a small pot with a long handle, oddly similar to an Earthan "finjan". See the picture on the main page or in GLUEDOG for an illustration of what a "finjan" is. Fill with spring water from the natural spring that bubbles up right there in the kitchen. The brazier contains some coals from the hearth; if they've gone out, get a few from fresh from the hearth with tongs.
   
   
6. Place the little pot on the brazier and allow to boil, producing a fragrant froth. Take the pot off the brazier, let the froth go down; bring to boil twice more.
   
   
7. Retrieve tray and place on it cream (from cold room), sugars (yellow and white, NOT red -- that's salt), a spoon and the mug.
   
   
8. Pour Black Wine from pot into mug and begin journey back to FP you are serving.
   
   
9. Kneel, prepare the beverage; ask the Free Person if They desire that you should kiss the mug and/or taste-test the Black Wine. Bring the mug up your body, slowly, and to your lips for a kiss [if desired].
   
   
10. Offer the drink verbally. (This should always include some hope that your serve has pleased and brought honor to your home/Master/Mistress.)
    

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Example:

<slavey{tLi}> Master, how may this one be of use to You?

<Master> Yes, I'll have Black Wine, slave.

<slavey{tLi}> Yes, Master, and how would You wish that served, please?

<Master> First slave, little one

<slavey{tLi}> Yes, Master, Black Wine, creamy and sweet as a warm slave.

* slavey{tLi} slips backward for three small steps before turning on her heel to move with wanton grace to the kitchen: her hips sway with hypnotic rhythm beneath her shimmering red silks; gleaming, silken hair tumbling carelessly down her back, caress the base of her spine with its softness. Reaching the kitchen, she smiles and hums softly to herself as she scans the shelves for a mug worthy of the One she serves.

* slavey{tLi}'s face lights with pleasure as she finds the perfect mug, shaking her head with a light laugh as she sees how high it is. Stretching up onto her toes, the lines of her lovely body pulling taut as she reaches high over her head, just grazing the lip of the mug with her soft fingers, pulling it over to tumble into her waiting hands.

* slavey{tLi} lifts the mug up to the light, critical eyes searching for any obvious flaw that might mar His pleasure, then turning the edge against a soft rep cloth, smiling to herself as she finds the rim flawless, not catching a single thread of the soft cloth. Humming softly once more, she rinses the mug, then polishes it to gleaming perfection with the rep cloth.

* slavey{tLi} bends to retrieve a tray, her crimson silks riding high over the creamy globes of her ass. Blushing hotly, she straightens and tugs the brief garment back down over her shapely hips. A quick flourish of the repcloth brings out the shine as she smiles to her still-pink reflection. slave lifts down the bowls of sugars, placing it and a small spoon on the tray along with the waiting mug.

* slavey{tLi} turns to the cool-room and tugs open the heavy door, shivering as the cold air reaches out to wrap her in its icy caress, her pink nipples perking instantly to hard peaks, pressing against the shimmering sheerness of her silks, the kiss of the fabric against them bringing a soft flush to her cheeks. Darting into the cold room, slave selects a tiny pitcher of bosk cream, sniffing it lightly to assure its freshness.

* slavey{tLi} shivers as she moves quickly to the door of the cold room and nudges it shut with a bump of her softly rounded hip, so grateful for the warmth of the kitchen. Returning to the counter, she places the cream on the waiting tray.

* slavey{tLi} pours some Black Wine beans from the cannister into the grinder, and grinds them to a fine powder and shivers ecstatically as she inhales the enticing aroma of the ground Black Wine beans. she places the ground beans in a small pot with a long handle, fills it with sparkling spring water from the natural spring that bubbling merrily up in the kitchen.

* slavey{tLi} checks that the coals in the brazier are still aglow, carefully places the little pot on the brazier and allows it to boil, producing a fragrant froth. slave removes the pot from the brazier, lets the froth go down; then brings it to boil twice more.

* slavey{tLi} lifts the small silver pot from the glowing brazier on the counter, pouring it carefully into the mug, releasing its heady aroma into the room, her mouth watering as it fills her senses.

* slavey{tLi} turns, her dark curls dancing against her creamy skin, soft blue eyes flickering up for a moment to look on the one she serves, her breath catching in her throat at the sight of His ruggedly handsome face. She moves with the tread of the stalking she-larl across the room, her heart pounding as she nears Him. Slipping to her knees at His furs, her thighs part naturally wide, her glistening treasure revealed to His gaze, rose tipped breasts thrust forward, back arched, head held high on her swanlike neck, her eyes swept downward, sooty lashes against flushed cheeks.

* slavey{tLi} places the tray between her knees and lifts the tiny spoon, placing one measure each of both white and yellow sugar into the waiting mug. Lifting the tiny pitcher, she pours a dollop of rich cream into the dark liquid, watching as the cream swirls into it, tempering the deep color with its own ivory hue till the mixture is a lovely tan. Stirring quickly, she places the spoon on the tray and lifts the mug to her.

* slavey{tLi} slides the mug up the creamy, soft skin of her inner thigh, past the heated center of her being, over her softly rounded belly, to rest in the valley between her lush breasts for three beats of her devoted heart. She looks saucily to the handsome Master, then quickly averts her dark eyes.

<slavey{tLi}> does the Master wish this one to kiss the mug, or test the Black Wine for wholesomeness?"

<Master> You may kiss, little one, but you need not test

* slavey{tLi} lifts the mug to her rose-petal lips, placing a kiss of the purest desire on the rim before turning the kiss to face the Master and raising the mug over her shining curls. Speaking softly, she says....

Master, a slave brings You Black Wine: hot, creamy and sweet as a wanton slave. She prays it will warm and satisfy You, that her serve has caused You some pleasure this day, and that she has brought honor to this fine Inn and her collar.

Kal-da:

is basically mulled cheap ka-la-na with the addition of fruit juices and 'fiery' spices. It is commonly served hot from a kettle on the hearth but may be requested cold, in which case it will be found in a bota in the cold room and served like any beverage kept that way. Cold kal-da is really the left-overs from the past week, and is really a vile beverage; don't even offer it! If they really want some, well, the customer is always right.

When served hot it is in a mug; cold, use a goblet.

The tLi Difference:

The difference in the tLi serve is the replacement of the liquid in the cauldron; other places merely ladle the Kal-da out of the cauldron, producing a steadier thicker and thicker sludge in the pot. Adding the same amount of ka-la-na to the pot before you dispense the serving keeps the mixture from turning to sludge by the end of a day.

Sources in the Scrolls:

2:76 ,2:226 ,2:78 ,2:80

Kalda is a hot drink, almost scalding, made of diluted kalana wine, mixed with citrus juices and stinging spices. I did not care much for the mouth warming concoction, but it was popular with some of the lower castes, particularly those who performed strenuous manual labor. I expected its popularity was due more to its capacity to warm a man and stick to his ribs, and to its cheapness( a poor grade of Ka-la-na wine being used in its brewing) than to any gustatory excellence. Moreover, where there was kal-da there should be bread and meat.

Other girls now appeared among the tables, clad only in a camisk and a silver collar, and suddenly, silently, began to serve the kal-da which Kron had ordered. Each carried a heavy pot of the foul, boiling brew and, cup by cup, replenished the cups of the men.

I had hardly settled myself behind the table when the proprietor had placed a large, fat pot of steaming Kal-da before me. It almost burned my hands to lift the pot. I took a long, burning swig of the brew and though, on another occasion, I might have thought it foul, tonight it sang through my body like the bubbling fire it was, a sizzling, brutal irritant that tasted so bad and yet charmed me so much I had to laugh.

Even the proprietor slept, his head across his folded arms on the counter, behind which stood the great Kal-da brewing pots, at last empty and cold.

A Lexicographical note:

"Kal-da" is always hyphenated; capitalization is optional.

Technique:

1. Approach Free Person and ask to serve. Always ask "how" you may serve, never "if"; this is a subtle psychological technique, which allows the Free person to feel they already want you to serve.
   
   
2. Acknowledge the order; Kal-da is always served hot.
   
   
3. Move to kitchen and select a mug; check the mug for blemishes, wipe clean (not with your hair).
   
   
4. Retrieve a bota of ka-la-na (this is the ONLY time our ka-la-na will be found in a bota. Most times it is in bottles.) Remember, this is cheap wine, not the fine bottled stuff; you need not mention that, however [caveat emptor].
   
   
5. Fill the mug with the ka-la-na to measure the amount of wine you'll need. Take a packet of pre-measured Kal-da spices and the mug to the hearth with you.
   
   
6. Add the mug's wine to the cauldron of kal-da heating on the hearth, unfold the packet of spices, and add that. Add some fruit juice from the nearby caraffe. Stir the cauldron, then ladle the hot Kal-da into the mug and begin journey back to FP you are serving.
   
   
7. Kneel, bring the mug up your body and to your lips for a kiss (if the FP desires).
   
   
8. Offer the drink verbally. (This should always include some hope that your serve has pleased and brought honor to your home/Master/Mistress.)
   
   

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Example:

<slavey{tLi}> Master, how may this one be of use to You?

<Master> Yes, I'll have Kal-da, slave

* slavey{tLi} peeks upwards through thick lashes and grins saucily.

<slavey{tLi}> Yes, Master, hot Kal-da it is.

* slavey{tLi} slips backward for three small steps before turning on her heel tomove with the primal rhythm of a stalking she-larl to the kitchen, her woman's body scarcely hidden by the sheer crimson silks, the soft light from the fire pulling the fire from her own riotous mane of curls. Reaching the kitchen, she smiles as restless eyes search for a heavy mug to hold the Master's hot Kal-da.

* slavey{tLi} frowns just a bit, not finding a mug worthy of Him. She bends over, her gaze now sweeping the lower shelves. With a small cry of triumph, she spots a heavy cup glazed in a deep red. Lifting it to her, she straightens, blushing as she realizes her silks have ridden high on her hips, tugging them down as her eyes flicker up to meet those of the One she serves. She smiles to Him, the color in her face now staining the creamy tops of her full breasts.

* slavey{tLi} lifts the mug to the light, critical eyes searching for any obvious flaw that might mar His pleasure, then turning the edge against a soft rep cloth, smiling to herself as she finds the rim flawless, not catching a single thread of the soft cloth. Humming softly once more, she rinses the mug, then polishes it to gleaming perfection with the rep cloth.

* slavey{tLi} turns to the rack of botae, nimble fingers racing along the skins, finding a plump one filled with ka-la-na. She lifts it down and quickly uncorks it, filling the mug with the deep-red wine, then re-corking it and placing it back on the rack. Rummaging in a basket on the counter, she selects a packet of spices and then lifts the mug and a spoon and turns to make her way to the hearth.

* slavey{tLi} places the spice packet, mug, and spoon on a low table, then lifts the lid of the Kal-da kettle, dancing nimbly out of the way of the billows of steam that escape. Lifting the mug, she quickly pours the cold ka-la-na into the pot, stirring it into the heady brew with the ladle. She carefully ladles a measure of the wine into the mug, wincing as a hot droplet falls against her tender skin. Placing the mug back on the table, she quickly relids the kettle.

* slavey{tLi} rips open the spice packet, the fragrance released evoking memories of her early years in the desert. Shaking herself from her reverie, she dumps the spices into the mug, stirring them in with the tiny spoon, then lifting the fragrant mug to her and turning to make her way back to Him.

* slavey{tLi} saunters back toward Him, hips swaying gently under her silks, the lines of her body fluid with grace. Slipping to her knees at His furs, her thighs part naturally wide, her back arched, pert breasts thrust out, head held high as her eyes sweep downward. She lifts the mug slowly up her body, the heat of it trailing a line of red, even through her silks, the aroma of the Kal-da causing her mouth to water.

* slavey{tLi} looks saucily to the handsome Master, then quickly averts her dark eyes.

<slavey{tLi}> does the Master wish this one to kiss the mug, or test the kal-da for wholesomeness?"

<Master> You may kiss, little one, but you need not test

* slavey{tLi} brings the mug to succulent lips, caressing the edge with a soft kiss. Turning the kiss toward Him, she lifts the cup over her shining curls, saying softly...

Master, this girl brings You Kal-da: hot and spicy, redolant with the flavor of the desert sun and the heat of a saucy girl. She prays it will warm you and that she has brought honor to this fine Inn and her collar.

Ka-la-na:

is a ruby red wine, fermented from the fruit of the yellow-wood ka-la-na tree, variously described as rich and delicate as well as 'bright, dry, and powerful'. Like the wines of earth the quality of ka-la-na varies from that of a common table wine to premium brands such as the very expensive 'Slave Gardens of Anesidemus' and 'Boleto's Nectar', a medium-grade wine. Ar is particularly noted for its production of fine ka-la-na. Ka-la-na wine is reported to have an aphrodisiac effect on females.

Ka-la-na is served chilled, room-temperature, or mulled.

Sources in the Scrolls:

1:26 ,1:168 ,7:332 ,7:114 ,4:104 ,21:344 ,21:360

After the meal I tasted the drink, which might not inappropriately be described as an almost incandescent wine, bright, dry, and powerful. I learned later it was called Ka-la-na.

I went to his locker near the mat and got out his Ka-la-na flask, taking a long draught myself and then shoving it into his hands. He drained the flask in one drink and wiped his hand across his beard, stained with the red juice of the fermented drink.

I turned and, among the furnishings of the tent, found a bottle of Ka-la-na, of good vintage, from the vineyards of Ar, the loot of a caravan raid. I then took the wine, with a small copper bowl, and a black, red-rimmed wine crater, to the side of the fire. I poured some of the wine into the small copper bowl, and set it on the tripod over the tiny fire in the fire bowl. Again I took the bowl from the fire. It was now not comfortable to hold the bowl, but it was not painful to do so. I poured the wine from the small copper bowl into the black, red-rimmed wine crater... I swirled, slowly, the wine in the wine crater. I saw my reflection in the redness, the blondness of my hair, dark in the wine, and the collar, with its bells, about my throat... I did not know how he cared for his wine, for some men of Treve wish it warm, almost hot.

...a small bottle of Ka-la-na wine, in a wicker basket... I had never tasted so rich and delicate a wine on Earth, and yet here, on this world, it cost only a copper tarn disk and was so cheap, and plentiful, that it might be given even to a female slave... It was the first Gorean fermented beverage which I had tasted. It is said that Ka-la-na has an unusual effect on a female.

Aphris got up and fetched not a skin, but a bottle, of wine, Ka-la-na wine, from the Ka-la-na orchards of great Ar itself...

"A small bottle," I said, "of the Slave Gardens of Anesidemus." "I have heard that is a marvellous ka-la-na," said the free woman, her eyes alight. "So, too, have I," I said. "It is very expensive," said the woman. "Are you familiar with it?" I asked. "Oh," she said, lightly, "I have had it a few times." "Do you like it?" I asked. "Yes," she said. "Yes!"

"Do you know the wine?" I asked. "No," she said. I turned the bottle so that she might read the label. It was a small bottle of Boleto's Nectar of the Public Slave Gardens. Boleto is a well-known winegrower from the vicinity of Ar. He is famous for the production of a large number of reasonably good, medium-grade ka-la-na. This was one of the major wines, and perhaps the best, served in Ar's public slave gardens; indeed, it had originally been commissioned for that market; hence the name.

A Lexicographical note:

"Ka-la-na" is always hyphenated; capitalization is optional.

Technique:

1. Approach Free Person and ask to serve. Always ask "how" you may serve, never "if"; this is a subtle psychological technique, which allows the Free person to feel they already want you to serve.
   
   
2. Acknowledge the order and ascertain warm, room temp, or cold.
   
   
3. Move to kitchen and select goblet or mug if the ka-la-na was requested warmed; check the vessel for blemishes, wipe clean (not with your hair).
   
   
4. Retrieve a bottle of ka-la-na from the rack (if room temp or warmed was requested) or cold room (if cold).
   
   
5. If warmed was requested, you retrieve a small copper bowl and place it on the brazier always kept lit in the kitchen. Measure the ka-la-na into the mug, then pour it into the bowl. Remember WARM, not hot. When it is warmed, pour it into the goblet and continue.
   
   
6. Take the goblet and bottle (or just mug, if warmed) and begin journey back to FP you are serving.
   
   
7. Kneel, uncork the bottle (if cool or room-temp) and pour; recork the bottle.
   
   
8. Bring the vessel up your body and to your lips for a kiss.
   
   
9. Offer the drink verbally. (This should always include some hope that your serve has pleased and brought honor to your home/Master/Mistress.)
   
   

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Example:

* slavey{tLi} shivers out of His lap, delicately picking her way to the Mistress's furs, pooling effortlessly as thighs snug against each other and softly inquires, "how may slavey serve you, Mistress Lady?"

<Lady> Yes slavey, chilled ka-la-na in a crystal goblet, please

<slavey{tLi}> yes, Mistress Lady, chilled ka-la-na

* slavey{tLi} hops to her feet, pivoting simply on tiptoe, gentle patter of deliberate footfalls matching the sway of silks that snug against athletic frame, blue eyes clear with purpose as she enters the kitchen and finds herself before the high cupboard

* slavey{tLi} reaches high above her head to snag a fluted goblet, the crystal chill cooling fiery breast flesh as she captures it, then buffs it to a fine glow, touching its rim to a soft rep cloth in search of any imperfection

* slavey{tLi} hears the riotous laughter as she sneaks a glance into the large room, a smile playing upon her face as she slips a slender reed into the narrow waistband of her silks, then hurries to the cool room, tugging the door open, rewarded immediately by a blast of icy air that assails heated flesh as she ducks inside

* slavey{tLi} tosses thick mane of inky hair around her tiny frame, a veil against the gripping chill as she bends from a narrow waist to pluck the fine ka-la-na fromn its nest, then rises quickly, rushing from the dark room and bumping the door closed with a saucy sway of narrow hip

* slavey{tLi} pauses a moment as hearth warmed tiles send flickers of heat up shapely legs, sighing as a shiver of ambient delight swells up her body, pooling into the lapping flame of this warm slavey, then carries the bottle and the goblet towards the lovely Mistress

* slavey{tLi} lifts her chin as tharlarion lamplight casts light, reflects it off the glimmering golden headband and threaded gold in midnight hair, naked toes sinking into the thick pelt of her furs as she sinks to closed thighs once again, laying the crystal down as she grips the cork between pearly teeth

* slavey{tLi} feels a slight give, then an answering "pop" as intoxicating vapors tickle her nose, smiles as she fills the goblet full, then tucks the bottle onto the low table, slipping the reed beside it should the Mistress desire it, then lifts the vessel, pressing it against her beating heart

* slavey{tLi} looks to Mistress Lady and asks, "shall slavey kiss the goblet, Mistress?"

<Lady> Yes please slavey

* slavey{tLi} smiles warmly, then presses the smile against the cool vessel before sliding forward, darkhair dusting the furs as she raises slender arms and speaks:

<slavey{tLi}> this slave brings ka-la-na, cool and refreshing, with hopes it, and her service to you bring you pleasure, Mistress Lady

<Lady> Thank you slavey

Paga:

As with other Gorean Inns, the paga in tLi takes two forms, Sa-paga and Sul-paga. Sa-paga is to be understood if Sul is not specified, and is similar in color, taste, etc. to Earthen whiskey. It is served room temp or chilled. Sul-paga equates to vodka and is usually served warmed, room temp, chilled or mixed with fruit juices.

tLi deviates from the norm serving paga in that we do not usually serve it in footed bowls as many places do, we serve it in goblets. We also keep our paga in bottles, not kettles or botae. If the FP you are serving requests a bowl, then you may unobtrusively "find" a bowl, perhaps with that FP's initials on it. If the FP questions you, refer him/her to Oryx. The following step- by-step list assumes sa-paga has been requested.

"Lumpy" paga was an interesting invention of someone who really didn't understand how sul-paga is made; it doesn't exist in the Scrolls, isn't served in tLi, and may be safely forgotten about.

Sources in the Scrolls:

1:26 11:414 ,11:134 ,1:78 ,6:105 ,6:111

"Sul paga! Sul paga!" cried Thurnus. The great staff banged on the table. Busebius rushed to the table. "Master," said he, "we have many pagas, those of Ar and Tyros, and Ko-ro-ba, and Helmutsport, and Anango, and Tharna!" "Sul paga!" shouted Thurnus. Several men about, at various tables, regarded him, most unpleasantly. The pagas mentioned by Busebius were all, of course, Sa-Tarna pagas, of various sorts and localities, varying largely in the blend. "Sul paga!" demanded Thurnus. Sul paga, as anyone knew, is seldom available outside of a peasant village, where it is brewed. Sul paga would slow a tharlarion. To stay on your feet after a mouthful of Sul paga it is said one must be of the peasants, and then for several generations. And even then, it is said, it is difficult to manage. There is a joke about the baby of a peasant father being born drunk nine months later.

My Master extended his cup to me, and I, kneeling, filled it with Sul paga. I pressed my lips to the cup, and handed it to him. My eyes smarted. I almost fell drunk from the fumes. I withdrew. Sul paga is, when distilled, though the Sul itself is yellow, as clear as water. The Sul is a tuberous root of the Sul plant; it is a Gorean staple. The still, with its tanks and pipes, lay within the village, that of Tabuk's Ford, in which Thuurnus, our host, was caste leader. "Excellent," said my Master, sipping the Sul paga. He could have been commenting only on the potency of the drink, for Sul paga is almost tasteless. One does not guzzle Sul paga. Last night one of the men had held my head back and forced me to swallow a mouthful. In moments things had gone black, and I had fallen unconscious. I had awakened only this morning, ill, miserable, with a splitting headache, chained with the other girls."

He leaned over and tossed me a skin bag of Paga , from which I took a long swig, then hurled it contemptously back into his arms. In a moment he had taken flight again, ... the bag of Paga flying behind him, dangling from its long straps.

The proprietor, sweating, aproned, was tipping yet another great bottle of paga in its sling, filling cups, that they might be borne to the drinkers.

I threw a silver tarsk, taken from what we had obtained from the slavers in the marsh, to the proprietor of the paga tavern, and took in return one of the huge bottles of paga, of the sort you put in a pouring sling...

Technique:

1. Approach Free Person and ask to serve. Always ask "how" you may serve, never "if"; this is a subtle psychological technique, which allows the Free person to feel they already want you to serve.
   
   
2. Acknowledge the order and ascertain warm, room temp, or cold.
   
   
3. Move to kitchen and select goblet; check it for blemishes, wipe clean (not with your hair).
   
   
4. Retrieve a bottle of paga from the rack (if room temp or warmed was requested) or cold room (if cold).
   
   
5. If warmed was requested, you will retrieve a small copper bowl and place it on the brazier always kept lit in the kitchen. Measure the paga into the goblet, then pour it into the bowl. Remember WARM, not hot. When it is warmed, pour it into the goblet and continue.
   
   
6. Take the goblet and bottle (or just goblet, if warmed) and begin journey back to FP you are serving.
   
   
7. Kneel, uncork the bottle and pour.
   
   
8. Recork the bottle and then bring the goblet up your body and to your lips for a kiss.
   
   
9. Offer the drink verbally. (This should always include some hope that your serve has pleased and brought honor to your home/Master/Mistress.)
   
   

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Example:

<Master> paga, slavey!

<slavey{tLi}> yes Master, paga. Will that be sul-paga or sa-paga, please?

<Master> sul-paga tonight, girl

<slavey{tLi}> yes Master, sul-paga. Would the handsome Master prefer His paga cool, room-temprature, or heated?

<Master> I'll have it room-temp, little one

<slavey{tLi}> yes Master, sul-paga, room-temperature

* slavey{tLi} slips down between her parted thighs brushing her lips near his feet withdrawing as commanded from before him

* slavey{tLi} rocks on her heels up to her statuesque height, lifting her chin high, sliding fingers down to straighten the chain coiled like an ost around her waist, spinning on her toes from before him, warm air currents lift the mane up wrapping around her flesh with the Inn's warm air she moves to do his bidding

* slavey{tLi} slides her flesh back and forth with each rocking gait of long sultry stride, canvas of a sluts flesh flickering in the low lamp light, lemon locks slide down her back waving hypnotically like a summers breeze on a winding river to lick at the sweet curves of ass to the kitchen area

* slavey{tLi} presses fist of fire to the unyielding wood of shelf, her toes lift up long lines of legs meet with decadent curves of ass, leaning forward angling flesh of pet into the shelf, her lips part in a soft whimper, reaching up to the highest shelf teasing a goblet from the highest shelf to awaiting slut

<Master> Paga in a goblet, girl?

* slavey{tLi} turns towards the Master with a smile, and says:

<slavey{tLi}> yes Master, in tLi we always honor the guests with the highest quality of service, unlike cheap paga-taverns.

<Master> Very well, continue.

* slavey{tLi} turns back to the counter, lifts the goblet against a forearm of the slut, rim slides along the peeked skin, smoldering gaze of slut washes over her flesh, tugging the rim along the flesh, assuring nothing will displease the Masters lips

* slavey{tLi} finds both pieces of property unmarred, her body moves to the rack of paga bottles, and chooses one of especially fine production. Sliding an open palm along the neck of the bottle she lifts it from its confines, her head spills forward, parting bowed lips to curl around the cork birthing it with a small pop, the warm velvet mouth toys with the cork in her mouth, soft eyes shutting against the powerful paga fumes, then sends an amber stream from the bottle cascading into the awaiting goblet

* slavey{tLi} watches the drink lift to near the rim, lays velvet tongue out near the neck of the bottle snugging the cork back into the opening, her gaze flutters under sooty lashes, immerses the bottle back into its firm enclosure.

* slavey{tLi} moves from the kitchen lush curves of slut framed with the lights of fire, swells of her body lighting with the prisming light of lamps, hollows of her body shadowed hauntingly closing the spanse to the Master, a fist of flames tighten within her flesh drifting to her knees before his feet

* slavey{tLi} drifts the goblet up against the sweet flesh of slut, her molten gaze lowered to his feet, chilled surface leaving a liquid crystal of trail down her body, her chin lowers lifting the goblet aloft to his easy reach, speaking softly wrapping him in her soft clear voice...

Master, this slut brings you room-temperature sul-paga, she prays you find the drink pleasing and the slut before you deemed adequate this day

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