extreme failing or pure genius

Flora only beginning to bud into a renewal of life swirled about the stone pathways of the gardens. The hubbub of the city almost stopped at its' gate and became a calm within. It was a world apart.
Those that strolled within the peaceful beauty had an elegance of their own. Freewomen bathed in signature fragrances were well hidden behind silvery masks and walked with diminutive steps at the side of their escorts. The men were adorned in brilliant colors that denoted the pride of their castes and signets of rank and position. The snap of booted heels along the walkways left a measured cadence echoing only to fade into silence once more as they passed.
Exquise sought a spot out of the way to rest. The journey thus far had not been exhausting in its rigors but rather in the stark unsureties. How long she had awaited the summons from Shorl she wasn't sure, but today she knew at least she been given more time. Without any real thought she had drifted into a quiet daze when she found herself engulfed in a broadening darkness. The sky had few clouds that would forewarn any storms so she lifted her rich gaze. Before her stood a man who had seen more than a few envars experience though he had a kindly disposition about him. It was instinctive for the girl to turn a genteel smile up for his pleasure. In a conversation heard only by the two, he questioned her of her attendance there and of her owner. With a tender guidance he lifted her to her feet and drew her into the cradle of his arm holding her against his side.
The more the man sought to know of the girl, the more it became apparent that whether it was an extreme failing on the part of her creator or a stroke of pure genius, exquise mind was empty of her own personal thoughts and opinion. It was a vast expanse only partially occupied by her training of the finer arts. She was bred to be pleasing without resistance, she was thoroughly complacent. Slowly this dawning came to the man as he gave in to the complexities of what her capabilities were. She could be the most wanton of sluts without hesitance to obey the least command or if in the hands of another she could be just as easily a cold blooded killer. Either way despite the perfections and effort of her creation ... she was completely expendable.
The realization of what he held in his arms was intriguing. In low growling whispers, he rationalized aloud whether owning such a piece was suitable to his own needs. Withdrawing the curl of warmth between the two, he spoke only that perhaps he may seek the guardsmen. Then he was gone.