She laughed. "Tomorrow," she said, "I will put you up at stake, to be a prize for the girls my kajirus."
"I shall win him," said another girl, a tall, blond girl, gray-eyed, who carried a coil of marsh vine in her right hand. Her left alternated between caressing her friend and toying painfully with the tiny tubes deep within my ball sac.
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