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I did not think that I could endure the humiliation and embarrassment should I find myself looked upon by him. It was not so much that I was a naked slave, as that I would be a naked slave before him, she of whom he had so cleverly and thoroughly made a fool. My serving dish was shortly empty, and I knew I should withdraw to the kitchen, either to have it layered with more syrupped tospit slices, or supplied with another provender, perhaps rice, white, or brown, or red or purple, from Cos, or a plate of cheeses, from local dairies, served with warmed bread, or prepared after the fashion of Ti, rolled in honey­ed tur-pah leaves. "But what slave," I wondered, "is chained behind the couch of handsome, mighty Drusus, so important here, he not now in a collar and tunic, not now imposing on a naive slave, but in fine supper raiment, and so near the dais?" "I would see such a slave," I thought. I determined the first girl was not watching, and made my way about the tables, so that I might be behind the couches on the right, those nearest the dais. "Paula!" I said. "Phyllis!" she whispered, eyes wide, moving in the chain, locked about her throat, by means of which she was fastened to the back of the couch of Drusus. - (Plunder of Gor, Chapter )