Ani looked down at her, crossed her arms, widened her booted stance; a strict no-nonsense look settled on her hatchet face.
“Get up. On your feet! Stand at attention: shoulders back, chest out!” the officer barked.
The naked woman drew herself up to her full height, hands loosely at her sides, eyes straight ahead. Standing square-shouldered and tall like this put her eyes a few inches above the compact woman who, in the high boots, was almost as tall as the statuesque dark-haired girl who stood barefoot before her. Ami closed in on her, regarding her prey with hard black eyes narrowed with suspicion.
“So you think it’s fun to parade around like common whores, dressed up in that nasty old contraband, do you? Well! Answer me!”
“No, Counselor Ani.”
“It’s Mistress Ani to you. Try again.”
