Of Silk and Satyrs

Before the sisters appeared two beautiful silk robes, folded neatly and sprinkled lightly with a fragrant perfume. The sisters slipped thankfully into them, Amy's a solar orange and Rami's a decadent purple.

Yala nodded her head. "You do look so lovely, my sweets." She gestured toward a corner, where two red silk chaise lounges materialized. The sisters each took one, relaxing upon its soft surfaces.

Rami felt a soft hand upon her head. She jerked upward - "Hey! What's the big deal!"

A fat little man with goat-like features peered down at her. "Ah, m'lady, just ornamenting your delicate beauty with flowers to match." He had, indeed, placed a crown of roses upon her head.

Rami looked the little man up and down, and noted that his lower half was half-goat!

He smiled at her. "Yes, I am a satyr. I'm here to see to your needs."

Rami glanced toward the corner, and noted that Amy was being attended by another, blonder goatman.

She became suspicious. "Why are you treating us so well? The last chamber we were in was miserable, humiliating, and degrading. We were nearly lynched. What gives?"

The satyr smiled down at her. "M'lady, luxuries can be as powerful as chains. We are here to meet all your needs," after which he gave her a mischievous wink.

Rami turned away from the satyr, and then ...

1. ... pondered his words. "Amy," she shouted across the room, "maybe we should get out of here."
2. ... sighed contentedly. After all she'd been through, a little luxury sounded like an awfully good thing.

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