Well, not sold. She didn't even get any monetary compensation for it. She signed herself over to be my slave.
Poor girl. She was openly sobbing about it right there as they took the fingerprint and DNA swab. To be a slave again, after what horrors she suffered before gaining her freedom... that she was willing to do this speaks of more courage to face her past then I had attributed to her, and that she was willing to rely on me to do this speaks of a deeper trust than I had realised she had for me. Hell, she even offered to wear chains if it was needed - I told her no, under any circunstances; she doesn't need the extra put-down of being chained as well as being a slave - but the awesome trust she has in me to even offer to do that...
But Seraphim is determined to take that Sani Sabik bastard down a notch. The tournament is likely to be the only time she is likely to be out of her quarters to mingle with us "inferiors." And to get into the tournament, Seraphim needs to be a slave.
So she sold herself to me. She's been moping around for past two days, and frankly I'm starting to get worried. Sleeping on the floor because 'that's what slaves do' can't be doing her any good either.
She needs to stop this soon, or she'll be in no place to compete.
And on top of all of this, I've been elected diplomat for our new nullsec wing, which means I spend much of my time dealing with people spewing more doublespeak and generally making my life as difficult as possible than I care to. Frankly, Seraphim is easy to deal with after that; at least I understand where she is coming from.
