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Smiling, Serakh set down her champagne flute and extended one long, slender leg across the floor between them. “Do you like these boots?” she purred. They were high-heeled black suede and fastened with crimson laces high up her ivory thighs. Apart from her pearls and a gold wristwatch she wore nothing blonde else, presenting a vision of patrician loveliness that photographers all over the world would kill to capture. Roman swallowed and dropped his eyes to her toes. He was privileged to see her like his in her boudoir, he knew, but he also realised that the months since she last tantalized him this way had been a mercy. His heart pounded, and his mouth was dry. “I worship the ground they walk on” he blurted. “How did a warrior-poet’s son become so bourgeois ?” she tinkled icily, crossing her legs. “Don’t you know the story of Naotalba and the Phantom of Truth “? She watched his face shrewdly and read there what she had expected. Her unseen correspondent at the King in Yellow website was correct again; Roman was familiar with the play and understood the reference. Of all people, he understood. Their eyes met. “I have found the Yellow Sign” she breathed. There was a long pause while Roman met her stare for the first time in his life. Sunlight and birdsong streamed through the un-shuttered window. “I am your servant” he announced, with calm deliberation. This time it was Serakh who dropped her gaze to the floor. “They want us to watch a broadcast together” she told him, in a quieter voice than before. “It will be difficult” he began. This was the form of words amateur he always used when he was unable to grant her wish. She sighed. “They insist that I be with someone,” she persisted “and I have submitted to the King. I have no choice”. She lifted her face to his, but the usual look of command was absent. He swallowed again and shifted in his seat. His face, always a mask of courteous civility, suddenly became quite group blank and soulless. “You must tell big me what I have to do” he said. Serakh regained her air of effortless superiority in an instant. “You may pour me more champagne” she laughed. Then she ran the tip of her tongue delicately around her lips and rested the tip of her little finger on the famous dimple in her cheek. “And bring the toy”. Roman nodded, struggling to keep his face expressionless. She had sent him to the sex shop in the city centre where, with collar turned up and head bowed, he had pushed past the picket line of religious protestors to experience the excruciating embarrassment of purchasing a stainless-steel plug. The memory of that exquisite humiliation brought a flush to his smooth cheek. " E' permesso ?" he enquired Brunette on his return. “ Avanti ”. Serakh had moved to the bed in his absence and had set her laptop computer up against the satin-covered headboard. 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