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[~back to search page~][~back to Home page~][~back to search page~][~back to Home page~]The girl knelt at the side of the board. She was clad in a brief bit of
diaphanous scarlet silk, slave silk. Her beauty was well betrayed. Her
collar, a lock collar, was yellow, enameled. She was dark-eyed,
dark-haired.
"May I serve, Masters?" she asked.
"Paga," said Samos,
absently, looking at the board.
"Yes," I said.
With a flash of
slave bells, she withdrew. As she left, I noticed that she passed by the
kneeling male slave, flanked by his guards. She passed him as a slave
girl, her head in the air, insolently, taunting him with her
body.
Book 8, page
8
