'Now, I don't want you to take this the wrong way, Lazaka,' Nemele said, offering up a comfortable smile. 'But it's about the way you wear these...' She leaned forward and reached towards Lazaka, and gently ran her fingertips along the collar and down the wrist-encircling chains. 'You've taken to them very well, lass. You hold yourself quite comfortably, as if wearing them is nothing but natural...'
She paused, glancing around to triple-check that nobody was eavesdropping, then leaned further forward. Her comforting smile was replaced with an eager grin, and a sparkle in her now-wide eyes. She dropped her voice to just barely above a whisper. 'Tell me, lass... Are you really a slave? Because you are putting on an expert act, if you aren't! If you would forgive the curiosity of a humble mendicant, I'd love to take your confessions...' She leaned forward, and her voice grew even softer. 'And if I may pry further... Do I detect in the way you carry yourself that you enjoy this?'
She composed herself, sat back upright, and didn't wait for a response before she continued. 'Discussions of this sort are, of course, utterly discreet, and are an umportant step in unburdening the soul and uplifting the mind. If you wish, I would be happy to speak further to you in my rooms.' She tried her beatific smile again, and gestured to the stairs.