Adorned with his jewels, I walk down the stairs. I am his whore, his universal whore.
A ring in each finger,
a necklace,
a pair of earrings,
brooches.
Swiss broderie covers my skin. The dinner begans. We eat and talk. Afterwards, the men go with the men, the women with the women. They know who I am and do not dare to cross me. They laugh, they shriek and cast their nets asking belated favours for their sons and husbands.
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