Cut Mibavan Style

_Oh, I see! So THAT’s the actual reason why you didn’t accept any one of or slave-girl, ‘Mr. Smith’?! Disappointing, I must say, “as a woman”, Mr. Smith of Earth. We both grew up in this planet, and city, where men are know to be born the natural masters of women. Not on your “Earth planet” where things are the opposite. We are part of this “cruel society”, as proudly as the next Shartiarne is. And even we feel that cut have a slave-girl cut “Mibavan Style” is too much cruelty, and bad taste!

_This man is my friend and our guest, sister. Would be terribly inappropriate for me to criticize my friend’s taste for pleasure slaves. For you that is worse. Must be that the reason why you have not found yourself a free companion yet!
_My last living relative is a brother, and he do not present me to suitable candidates: THAT is the reason why I cannot find myself a free companion, brother. A free girl is not supposed to walk the Main Market searching a man to warm her nights, you know! That’s what fathers and brothers are for. Besides, I have not offended your friend! Or have I?
_NO! I, mean, not at all. I am glad you mentioned… so I can. I would hate to. I would hate to leave that impression, by all means. NO! Isn’t like that! She, you see, she is NOT. I mean…
_See? You broke the poor man! You know Earthlings have no defence against abusive women.
_You cannot protect your friend against HIS OWN culture, brother. THAT would be terribly inappropriate.
_Please, Gmakag. Your sister is innocent in that, I am a bit “broken” today, my friend. Let me accommodate my…, let me have a moment and I explain.
So did the Earthling, and after leave Miss Minerva resting on a warm bed he came back to the room for a hot drink and a few words with his host and friend. The alchemist ironworker Gmakag was waiting for him, and unfortunately the man’s sister was up there as well.
The Earthling alchemist explained that he knew that slave-girl cut Mibavan Style from Earth, where she had her arms and legs.
They had about the same age but she was a sort of scientific genius in their field, and was his mentor in some ‘Scholar Caste’, sort of, studies. Minerva was in the list of 100 best Theorist Physicists on planet Earth. The sort of Mathematic mind that comes once in a decade. And she had accepted him under her wing, so to speak. By all that, of course he could not leave the woman behind in the market, defenceless and confuse as she was. _You must have paid a lot of money for her. They do cheap imitations of that cut-girls, but by the look of the thing I would bet that is one of the properly done, Mibavan style. Trained by the Classic Method, more the odd perks those Goo Worshipers fancy. Five times the price of a normal pleasure slave.
_Well, I may need a little more time to pay you for those pieces of metal.
_No worries.
_So, you plan to get “Minerva” a set of limbs_ asked ironically the free woman.
_Is that a possibility!?_ jumped Smith, amazed.
_No._ answered Gmakag.
_Yes. _disagreed the alchemist’s sister.
_Of course, you will not find a healer mage to do that for you. Not for money, at least. Mages do not work for money, but to them make arms and legs appear in the blink of the eye is a snap of fingers. A sigrax healer would not be able to help you, they can easily put back limbs if you have the original ones in not too bad state, but you don’t. Still, there are possibilities.
Smith looked to the siblings, trying to find out if he was the bottom of some sort of joke. Gmakag seemed reluctant, but after a moment he gave up.
_Alright, my sister has a point! That is not a point I would advise you to pay attention to, much less apply to the situation. What she is suggesting is many times more expensive than a slave-girl cut Mibavane style, and demands a dangerous travel. In the lands south east from here there are wild sigraxes that practice “Hetero-somatic-transmutation”. The forte of this Magic Way is to implant organs of other living species in humans, reshaped to function in the human body.
_Those wild sigraxes! Do they work for money? Could a person like me hire their services?
_I believe you don’t have the money we are talking about, presently. You could get that in a couple of years of work, if you are luck and have enough self-discipline. The other think you would need is the contact of one of such sigraxes. They are not “in the market” so to speak. Usually wild sigraxes only work their spells for their own tribes, services done for civilized folk are the exception. I don’t know anyone who has ties with those wild folk.
_There is captain Krom.
_”I don’t know anyone that I would care to introduce to a friend!”, is what I mean. Krom sold his last clients to those same savages as food, most people say.

"GOO WORSHIPERS"

Mibavan is know as "The Symbiont City" because it was build by a race of human "vehicles" controlled by alien symbionts. The so called "goo". Or so believe many.
The founders of Mibavan do came from a planet where human specie evolved as cattle for their boneless symbiont masters. However, they had turned the table against those masters when the city was finished, with some help of local humanity of Sharitarn. Or so say their records and official History.
In any case, Mibavan is one of the two human cities on Sharitarn that are older than Sharitarn civilization itself. Locals used it and Agoioven as models to build their own State Cities during the period know as Desolation Times, short (relativelly speaking) after the Age of Spiders.
Nowadays they are a theocracy that has little contact with other human nations. And that is for the best, as far as those nations are concerned. 
Mibavanes are consideres odd, if not unnatural folk. Their seemingly cruel ways are compared to those of the Obuju Cities. And their policy of keep for themselves the unique technology they posses (that of symbiont implants) does not help their popularity.