She still wore the chains I had put her in. The bit of yellow silk, crumpled, soaked with sweat, lay to one side. "How does it feel to be a paga slave?" I asked. She turned her head to one side.
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They wore yellow silk. They were doubtless the paga slaves from Laura.
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"Paga, Master?" asked a girl, kneeling beside the low table, behind which I sat, cross-legged.
I regarded her. She was well made up, with lipstick, eye shadow, and such, a painted slave, as it is said. There was a pearl droplet on a tiny golden chain, on her forehead. She was clad in a snatch of yellow slave silk. She was necklaced, as well as collared. Her left arm was encircled with a serpentine ornament. Her wrists were heavy with bracelets. Two of these, one on each wrist, were locked there. On them were snap rings. They could thus be joined, and she could not free herself from them. Her left ankle was belled, these bells being attached to a locked anklet.
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