#228232 - Around her ankles, tight to the skin were two silver anklets. The only sounds as jill led Cassandra down the corridor was the crackle of the torches and the soft echo of their feet on the hard stone floor, forming a primitive rhythm that causes Cassandra's mind to wander to tribal images. Yes, Mistress.
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