“I was more than a slave; I was the queen of them. There were serving girls around me, loving me with hands that poured oil into my skin and rubbed it there so my body was slick and glistening. There was wine in my goblets, a half dozen for me to choose from—chalices of gold and silver, studded with jewels. My clothes were like this wrapper.” Louisa looked down at the diaphanous material that seemed no more than a cobweb around her torso and limbs. She spread her legs so I could see the dark forest of hair between them—wet with her dew. “Every act, every movement on my part was intended to please men, to make their c***s hard and their mouths water, and being the queen of slaves, I did that best. That was why I was queen and not one of the silly peons that served me. I spent hours w
