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They'd locked the doors for the night.
Slave girl Lia waited, feeling apprehensive. What duties
would she be expected to perform? She'd only heard vague
whisperings of what went on in this chamber, hushed mentions
of lust and lascivious desires.
The Queen had
made her choice earlier that evening at dinner. Lia had been
serving the wine when the elegantly jeweled hand had shot
out and grabbed her wrist, drawing her closer to the royal
gaze. he Queen had studied the girl's face before letting
her eyes travel down Lia's body, Tclad only in a simple
white shift, a sly smile spreading across her face. |
