The guard, Ach’Na,  kept his head bowed but did not step aside. “Is it not forbidden for a Master to enter a pleasure slave’s personal quarters?”
Stepanyan gave him a warning frown as he said, “No more forbidden than a house guard dictating what a god can and cannot do.”

“So,” Stepanyan said, putting his hands on his hips, “my slave is giving orders like a noblewoman now, is that it?”

Stepanyan was still wet while he pulled on white linen trousers and a loose, collarless tunic that was long enough to hopefully hide his stiff, uncooperative cock. A comb through his long hair came next, along with  thoughts of how best to proceed. Oshar had forbid him from summoning Ti-Hana for private meetings in his chambers. He had not, however, said that Stepanyan could not visit hers. Not specifically.

With a glance around to make sure he wasn't being observed, he headed to the back stairs and went up to the section of the household he wasn't permitted in.

Ti-Hana tried to duck around the man, but he grabbed her arm and pushed her behind the building. “I saw your cuff,” he said. “You’re a slave, and an expensive one, too.”

He still had hold of her arm, and when she tried to twist away, he tightened his grip.

“Let go of me,” she said. “I’m on an errand for my Master.”