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Chapter 9
by Gerald F.
What do I do?
I show myself
I walk out of my hiding, making Olivia utter a little squeak. She pushes her servants back and tries to get her dress, but before she can reach the thin garment I've picked it up and thrown it at the other end of the room.
"Noble lady, it seems that you've flogged this poor girl unjustly. She didn't steal anything which belonged to you, at least not in a definitive manner, as it is still at your disposal. I swear to you that you don't have to complain about any detriment."
Standing in front of me, Olivia, one forearm on her breasts and one hand on her crotch, tries to cover her gorgeous nudity. As I hold out my arms towards her, she gives me an "how do you dare" look, then seems to recover a little confidence and turns to her servants, snapping "out of here, slaves!" Obviously, she has accepted the idea of getting what she deserves.
But what does she deserve exactly?
Defender of Tarraco
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