The Mist and the Lightning. Part 17 - страница 23

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“Send these girls away, stay with me only you. And get me a bath.”


“Okay, lady.”


“And get me a bath.”


Karina undressed, and Gold involuntarily stared at her decorated body with round eyes. Due to the fact that the slave woman spent her whole life closed from head to toe, she didn’t know how to control her expression at all, and all emotions were reflected on her face, like she was a child.


“Why are you looking as if you feel sorry for me?” Karina smiled.


“You are so thin, lady, well, that’s nothing terrible, rest, gain weight. And then I'll bring the pads, we'll insert them in the front and back.”


“I can do without all this heap of rags and an artificial ass. No, I don’t need it!”


“And the breast?”


Karina looked at her chest:


“Yes, you can get a little in the breast,” she agreed.


And the slave looked at her with undisguised pity and sympathy.


Karina washed and put on her underwear, the slave tightened her corset so tightly that Karina could hardly breathe. At the same time, when she convulsively inhaled air, the corset creaked.


“No! No! I'll suffocate, tighten it looser!”


“But then your waist will be completely gone, lady.”


“Send it to hell!”


“Then let's make the skirt more magnificent?”


Gold smiled, as if laughing at her new and so wrong mistress.


“Why are you laughing? Drink some wine!”


The slave took the glass extended to her with two hands and obediently drank it to the bottom, her cheeks immediately turned red. She handed Karina a few crisp petticoats.


“Eh, I have already put on a bunch of them!”


“Then let's put on hoops under the skirt.”


“Are you kidding? I won't get through the door through them!”


“Hee-hee…”


Karina looked in the mirror, she quite liked herself this way. The dark red dress made of precious brocade was beautiful and perfectly emphasized, as Karina believed, her ideal figure.


The maid watched her with interest and chuckled softly.


“Why are you giggling?”


“Sorry, lady.”


“Have you ever seen black women?”


“I have seen them. But only slaves.”


“I was a slave too,” said Karina, “but then my master fell in love with me, set me free and married me.”


Gold widened her eyes:


“Is it possible?” Her surprise was so strong that she even forgot to add “lady.”


Karina brought her wrist to a brightly burning candle, a thin monogram lit up on it with fiery paths.