Slowly, the hands stopped.  The silk blanket that was covering him was removed.  One by one, his clothes were being discarded.  It wasn’t like he permitted them to do so, but his body didn’t have the energy to protest.

He heard murmurs about how cheap his clothes were or how simple it looked.  Most of them mumbled to each other that the guy has ( Read more... )

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