The taste of your feelings. R.

Lana never had personal slaves, preferring to take entertainment at night, and forget in the morning. But in the next boy given to her for the evening, there was something special. Something that made me go on its principles and take it with you to the university. Something that aroused in her a sense of property. Something that made her more tolerant and less cruel...

but for a long time? And is the hatred of a slave to his mistress how he convinces himself? Or do they both continue to deceive themselves without seeing the obvious?