— 7-

Today has not started correctly.

First of all: it was not a siren that woke me up, but simply the gnashing of a key turning in a lock ...

Secondly: I was taken to a shower, and then Mrs. Sarah came to me.

- Today you go out! - solemnly declared deadpan Sarah, carefully examining me.

- Where? - not holding back, I asked a question.

“I will punish in the evening, I won’t spoil my skin now,” she said coldly, flashing her eyes.

“Thank you, Mrs. Sarah,” she squeezed out with a tremor in her voice, and devotedly, as if the dog had glanced at her.

“But if you gobble up,” an ominous look flashed again, “this will be a very strict punishment ...”

- Yes, Mrs. Sarah! I will try, Mrs. Sarah ... - I rattled like a parrot.

- You will meet with the Lord and you will bless him and the one to whom he will indicate ...

“Of course, Mrs. Sarah,” I continued, though a chill of insecurity and fear appeared in my chest.

- This is for you. Put on - she stretched out a bundle and white expensive shoes with high heels.

Having unpacked it, I saw an evening dress with a huge neckline and a short hem that did not even reach to the knees. On top lay a mask covering the forehead and nose, but leaving the lower part of the face open. Under the dress were looked through unpacked thin stockings with lace fringe on the hips and a transparent thin belt for stockings. And there was a necklace. I am not a great expert on stones, but the stones in it were clearly not glass. Even in the dim light they shimmered with all the colors of the rainbow, discarding bright cheerful sheaves of light.

“This is from your Lord,” Sarah said reverently, “it is beautiful ... You are given expensive gifts ...” she whispered.

“Yes, Mistress,” my voice trembled, “I will try ... Mrs. Sarah,” I murmured. - May I ask the Lady? - hiding a shiver, I openly looked into the face of Mrs. Sarah.

- Ask! - she condescended to my request.

- Is it diamonds?

“You were a fool,” she smiled, “diamonds, not processed stones, but these are diamonds!” Get dressed quickly, she commanded. - You certainly will not wait, but I do not need extra trouble.

- A beggar to get dressed, just gird himself ... - I thought, to myself, taking the belt and quickly fastening it on the waist.

- And further! - she focused on this attention. - You can not drink alcohol. Only juices and water ...

* * *

Five minutes later, looking at me from all sides and left satisfied, my teacher turned around and, without turning around, went out into the corridor. I followed her.

A few minutes later we came to a massive metal door, in front of which a bright red stripe was held on the floor. On the wall was a device with a small luminous green screen. Mrs. Sarah put her hand to him, and almost instantly there was a click. The door began to slowly open. Pulling my hand, she made me turn to face me.

- You are forbidden to approach this door alone. Yes, you can not open it. Here is an access system that is activated by a palm print. Remember! - She jerked me by the chin, and literally burning the look of his steel eyes.

We moved on. I heard the door cut off us from the basement with a click. They did not go further for a long time, and along a confusing route. I just realized that we went up a few floors. We stopped in front of a large bright door. Once again, meticulously examining me, Mrs. Sarah gently pushed me to the door:

“Go,” she said shortly, and disappeared into the dusk of the corridor.

Sighing and putting on a mask, I shoved the door with a shiver at my knees. Just outside the door was one of Sarah’s assistants. He was wearing a livery with a lace neck. Without looking at me, ordered:

- Follow me, I will introduce your Lord. You should greet him, kneel down and do everything he says.You can not talk! Looking in the face is prohibited. The exception is a direct order.

—... — I nodded, and we went out into the hall.

— 8-

The gentleman to whom I was led was quite young. Thin pants fitted his muscular legs. A decent bump in the groin showed that his injuries were somewhat more normal or he was excited. The thin cambric shirt was covered with a torso like a glove. Short hair was almost invisible under the mask. "Sporty appearance", - I noted for myself and, having approached, I knelt, bowing my head down. In this position, I saw only his legs and heard voices.

—... and how is your new girlfriend? - asked my lord's neighbor.

“It's okay ...” my Lord replied, as if not seeing my appearance, “she has a cool figure, and your tits will simply rock ...”

“Leyla’s training sessions at the simulators will bring any to normal,” they answered. “Yes, and you always had a weakness for titted ...” a third interrupted him.

“Judging by the necklace,” said a third voice, “this is your new protege.” Do you still mark favorites by forcing them to wear a necklace?

“Of course,” replied my Lord, “it stimulates them, and everyone sees who is worth something.” And already addressing me, - Introduce yourself!

“Kat, my Lord ...” I said with a shiver in my voice.

His hand took me by the chin, lifting it up. I tried not to look at his face, as taught.

“They trained you well,” he smiled.

- Oh ... - I could not restrain myself, recognizing him by a smile, - Sa ... - exclamation stuck in the larynx, - excuse me, Sir, - I habitually rattled, bursting out and lowering my eyes waiting for a blow.

“Okay ...” he looked at me thoughtfully, I felt his eyes with all my skin.

- And how is she? Said the first voice.

“You won't believe it,” he said thoughtfully, still examining me point-blank, “I haven't tried it yet.” - He seemed to think and continued. - This is a surprise to me from myself!

“... and ...” said a second voice.

“Today she is only mine,” my lord mixed up.

- Do not even share? - mockingly said a second voice.

- Not yet! He said firmly. “Stand up,” the Master pulled me by the shoulder.

I slowly rose from my knees, adjusting the dress, and straightened, still not daring to look into his eyes.

- Do you want to arrange a demonstration performance? The second voice spoke again.

“I'll think about it,” my Master said, mockingly at me, said.

- Well, of course you are in your repertoire. My this is mine ... - voiced the first.

“Why, you yourself called her old then ...” the Master retorted and, taking me by the hand, ordered, “I want to dance.” Let's go

- Yes my Lord! - I rattled again, taking a step towards the whirling steam.

We went to the center of the hall, and he put his hand on my waist. My heart trembled, beating like a hammer in my chest. His strong hand confidently and imperiously wrinkled in place, and we spun in a waltz. Not when in life before that I did not dance a waltz. Before getting here, I saw dance only in the movies. She learned to dance with Madame Suzy and her assistant and danced only with him. Now we were in the hall and couples were circling around us. From under my brows I looked at the hall, as if he were circling around us. There was no window, although the air was fresh. There were a lot of people in the building, about fifty or seventy people ... More than half of them were women. All smart and in masks. Men wear expensive suits and even tailcoats. It was clear that the male society constituted the elite of the ball.

Some men stood together forming some circles of interest, others sat behind the bar - drinking. Several couples stood near the walls, talking and appreciating the dancers. Not many danced. Par ten or more. An obscure rumble of conversations, the clatter of glasses and a crack of heels intertwined with the sounds of music. Near the opposite door, which I entered, there were soft canapes on which, in silence, girls and women sat, their eyes fixed on the floor.

- friends in misfortune? - I thought - or just expect ...