Abul clapped his hands. “Do not crawl to us,” he shouted. “You are the lowest of the low. Come to us with your breasts and belly on the floor.” Miko pushed her around to face them. Except for her collar and the small stimulator cap, she was naked. She stretched out full length on the floor. The stones were cold and damp against her skin. She dragged herself toward them. “Mr. Narimov first,” Abul said.
Slowly she pulled herself to the bare feet of the fat politician. She saw that his feet, like Abul’s, were dirty and damp with sweat. She raised her head and touched her closed lips to one, then the other. She turned toward Abul and inched forward until she was staring at his toes. The long ragged toenails were thick with grime. As she had with Narimov, she quickly touched her mouth to his
