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“I want to be a slave,” Kobi said, from where he lay on the living room floor with his long black hair spread out like a carpet. “The erotic plaything of a powerful, indomitable owner.” His eyes twinkled with an “aren’t I crazy?” light, or maybe that was the image of the fireplace flickering on the media wall. He sat up enough to take another swig of the wine and passed the bottle back to Merin where she sat on the couch, and lay back again, watching her reaction.
Merin sat still with shock; her fingers barely felt the wine bottle in her hand. She and Kobi had been sharing the apartment for several months, ever since the last housing lottery assigned them into this standard, two-occupant place. It was nice but not fancy, and she and Kobi got along better than well, sometimes sharing beds as well as friendship; but this was the first time they’d ever gotten drunk and bared their secrets to one another. “Say that again,” she said, almost a whisper.
Mirrored from Circlet Press: Welcome to Circlet 2.0.