"Signore what catches your eye so?" You brush off the sycophantic moor, your calloused hand decorated with the many rings gifted to you by your guild and taken through your conquests.
You are walking the vast expanse that was the urban maze that was Constantinople, specifically you were in the open air slave auction. You were looking for strong bodies to fill the crew that would take you to the New World.
Yet you were intrigued. A large man, a Tartar, speaks in heavily butchered Greek. He presents the next prize on the block.
It was a stunningly beautiful woman, her blue eyes sparkling as the sun shined on her naked snow white form. She covered her face in shame, paraded around like livestock.
You approach, your Moorish liaison walking in step with you.
The crowd moves away from you, they recognize the colors you wear. The Royal colors of the House of Portugal.
You climb up the platform, the slavemaster nods his head. His barbaric kind quick to learn their manners in this fine city.
You walk towards the girl, her type was not the kind of flesh you were here for. She was soft and slim, her bosom so big it could scarcely fit in the hand of a bear.
You gently place your hands on her cheek, beckoning her to look at you.
"She hails from the far east signore. A land beyond Cathay. She was brought here over land when young. Now she is a full woman grown." You take note of the Tartar's words even as you busily examined her face that would make Aphrodite weep in envy.
You shove a fat purse of gold onto the Tartar's hands. Wiping away the scared girl's tears.
"I will take this one." You say imperiously, you will need a bed companion for the journey to the New World. This one would be perfect.