The pouch was rattled again, and she turned back to dip her fingers into the mouth and draw out a white disc embossed with a numeral. Men stepped aside as she moved to where Katya stood waiting. XXX “Our lovely guest?” he suggested, beckoning. Meanwhile, Katya stepped back and to the side, slipping away to join Dana. You’re young, Dana, you were only a child when the old regime was persecuting “decadence” but today we’re much more aware of harassment”. Fine droplets sprayed from between her fingers and over the floorboards around her. You and I should go and take part. Meanwhile, Katya stepped back and to the side, slipping away to join Dana. She will be Number Nine”. Her thick lashes drooped lazily, her breathing became ragged and urgent and her hips undulated in a gentle but persistent rhythm. “An honour” she said, quietly, allowing
