The Mist and the Lightning. Part 15

“Go, do it!” Ordered Kors to the slave and sat down at the table to Arel. “I seem to be hungry,” he smiled, “why is there such a small sight in his mask?”

“The slave only looks down,” Arel shrugged his shoulders indifferently, he took a big sip from the glass and Kors thought it was not in vain that he ordered more wine.

The servant was not long in coming.

“Strip!” Kors ordered him. “Take off your clothes.”

And Prince Arel almost choked on another piece, bursting with laughter:

“Kors, are you nuts? Why do you need him?”

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