My mouth watered, but though the Captain sat immediately, when I began to pull back a chair for myself, she looked up in surprise. To the old woman she said, “Dress her first.”
“Of course, of course,” agreed Beryl, nodding, her blue eyes unblinking on my pale nude flesh.
As I stood there awkwardly, Beryl bustled into the back room and came out with a strange tangle of leather and buckles, velvet and lace—mine eyes widened in surprise, but the Captain ate her meal placidly, her eyes moving disinterestedly from me to Beryl. She merely watched while the old woman set the things on a chair and then carefully extracted from the pile of red and black materials what looked like some sort of harness for an animal.
Yet never had I a harness which looked like this…for what sort of animal was this
