Maia sat in her office chair, her arms lying on the arm rests, and she peered over at the slave in front of her. She was well dressed for someone of her status, Maia wasn't sure if that was amusing or disgusting, so instead, she said nothing. Her eyes roamed over her curves, drinking in her figure standing in the doorway, and raised her eyebrows.
"I don't believe you should be standing, girl." She snapped, nodding to the floor in front of the desk - there was plenty of room for the girl to kneel. She might want to exude a certain attitude, but Maia wouldn't have a slave acting better than her position in life. Leaning over the desk, she smirked. "Then you can tell me exactly why you called this meeting? And hurry up with it, I don't like wasting my time on slaves."