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she said when
the plate was clean. “That was the best-tasting food that I ever ate.”
    Lord Snow laughed in delight.
“Starvation would make offal palatable.”
    “That was no offal,” she said. A
small burped erupted from her throat. She blushed bright red at her
indiscretion. “Excuse me.”
    Lord Snow grinned. “You are
excused. But it’s my honor to thank you for the entertainment last night. It
was splendid. My friends will remember it for a long, long time.”
    “I’m happy to hear you say that.
But they voted against me. They voted that it had not been their most
pleasurable entertainment.”
    “You know damn well that was a
bullshit vote.”
    She knew no such thing. She hadn’t
attended enough entertainments to judge them objectively.
    “In that gold outfit, you were the
sexiest thing that most of them had ever seen. They were frustrated as hell
because they weren’t allowed to rip your clothes off and hump you like a bitch
in heat. But even that wouldn’t have made them vote against you if that damned
Lawrence hadn’t stirred them up. He made them feel like they had to prove that you
weren’t in charge. It was a bullshit vote. Believe me, they loved your
entertainment. I loved your entertainment. I can hardly wait to see what you
come up with next time. Which will be on Saturday.”
    Irene was barely listening. He
lost her attention when he made her think about having her clothes ripped off
and getting humped like a bitch in heat. God, she wanted that so badly she could
barely stand it. She’d have gladly forgone the picnic basket if Lord Snow had
been wiling to fuck her long and hard instead of feeding her.
    She had to drag her attention back
to the topic at hand. “Saturday?”
    “Right. Saturday. I’m hosting a
dinner for twenty-one couples. I’ll ask Lady Snow to borrow a couple more
slaves if you think they are necessary to entertain that many. It’s a special
dinner so I’d like everything to go well.”
    “We have five slaves, not counting
me, so that would be less than one slave for every four gentlemen. I think we
will need at least three more. I like to have at least one slave per three
gentlemen.”
    “I have six slaves, not counting
you. I want Nickel included in the entertainments. My kennel isn’t large enough
to justify a whiphand who isn’t also available to
service my guests.”
    “She isn’t going to like that,
much.”
    “Do I care?”
    “Of course not. I’ll find a place
for her.”
    “I’ll inform her myself. Don’t
worry. She’ll know that it’s not on your initiative that she’ll be entertaining
my guests. It’ll be on my direct instruction.”
    “Thank you. She’ll be more eager
to participate if she understands that.” Irene knew that Nickel was going to
blame her regardless, and would look for some way to get revenge. She would
have to deal with that sooner or later.
    Lord Snow looked at her for a
time. “I’m not sure why your entertainment worked so well. It did. No question that
it did. I’ve never seen guests look so content at the end of an evening. But
I’m not sure that I understand why starving the slaves made a difference. Slaves
are always eager to please and there are only so many ways to have sex with one.
A gentleman can get a blowjob any time he wants. Any gentleman can order a
slave to get on her hands and knees while he fucks her. No slave would dare
show anything less than complete enthusiasm. Two days of food deprivation made
it special in some way that I can’t pin down. How did you know that?”
    “I didn’t know for sure that it would.
I was scared stiff that the entertainment would fall flat. That’s why I was
willing to endure the punishment of further starvation if it didn’t work. So
that you would know that I tried my best and was willing to put myself on the
line.”
    “I knew that you would try your
best anyway. And it didn’t fall flat. But you must have had some inkling, some
instinct, that starvation would