“That’s it, Princess,” he groaned. “Don’t you think this would be delicious? The swapping of roles, you as my little maid, me as your king? Or, perhaps, I should degrade you even further, and sell you out on a corner to the highest bidder. Which would you prefer, my Princess?”
The decision was surprisingly clear. “Sell me out, then, my King.” She could do that more easily than shine his boots, slave or no.
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