She laughed. "Tomorrow," she said, "I will put you up at stake, to be a prize for the girls my kajirus."
"I think I shall win you, pretty slave" said the lithe, dark-haired girl, holding my chin and pushing up my head, that she might better see my face. She was dark-eyed, and slender, and vital. Her legs were marvellous, accentuated by the incredibly brief tunic of the rence girl.
I feared my thoughts would, in my restrained nudity, be all too well revealed, causing further punishment for daring to aspire to a free woman.
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