Orgasm, or Denial?
The day of the trial finally arrives. Guards escort you, naked, from the cell, through various corridors, to a tunnel ending at a closed doorway, and there you wait for five, ten, fifteen minutes.
At last, another guard arrives bearing the queen's decree that the trial is to begin. You open the door—feeling yourself stiffen in anticipation of the decision you must soon make—and step forward into the amphitheater.
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