A Life of Luxury

Rami popped one of the confections into her mouth. Mmmm! Delicious! She took a sip of her wine. She hadn't previously been very keen on wine, but this seemed excellent.

"Is everything to your liking?" the satyr asked.

"It's very good," she said though a mouthful of Turkish Delight.

"Good. Would you like me to play for you?" He was holding a set of pipes.

"Yeah, why not?"

He began to play a melody that was very beautiful and at the same time very relaxing, almost soporific. As if in a dream, Rami listened, whilst at frequent intervals she ate a sweetmeat or took a sip of her wine.

Some unknown time later, though Rami had an uncomfortable feeling that it might have been a matter of hours, she came fully alert with a start. The music was no longer playing. Perhaps that was what had brought her fully back to consciousness.

1. "It's time for you to meet the dragon," the satyr said.
2. She and the satyr lay on the couch, entwined together. What had they been doing, Rami wondered, fearing the worst.
3. She was alone. There was no sign of Amy or of either satyr.
4. The plate and her goblet mysteriously both seemed as full as ever, though she was sure that she must have eaten and drunk quite a lot.
5. "Welcome back to awareness," the satyr said. "How long has passed?" "Oh, only a few months." "What!" Rami struggled to sit up, finding that there was a lot more of her than there used to be.

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