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Dorna, angrily, descended the steps of the dais behind the thronelike chair and went again to the table beneath the roofed defense work. I was pleased. I looked down, shyly. I had been given slave wine in the pens, of course, but it was not mine to call that to their attention. Indeed, the matter was undoubtedly noted on my papers. Perhaps these men merely wished to make sure of the matter. Or perhaps they merely wished to have me drink slave wine before them, either for their amusement, or because of the effects of this act, which were not only practical but symbolic. - (Witness of Gor)