I was draped, once again, in the light fabric over my breasts and the juncture of my thighs. It covered


    virtually nothing, but it was in the right colors. My men looked appraisingly at my form ented with


    their colors.


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    Fredrick had a brown outfit I could be wrapped in and sold them it and a kneeling ce. All the other


    new ornamentation they had bought would be delivered to our roomster. We went to the cafe and


    had a meal as we had several times before. The men were visibly annoyed as I knelt to take my food.


    “Family should sit together for a meal,” Bane muttered under his breath.


    I stroked his thigh and kissed it Lovingly.


    After dinner we went back to Fredrick’s, which I found odd. Silly me, we went back to pick up my cor


    and cuffs. The smooth metal was wrapped around me and I was once more emzoned with the


    family emblem.


    Mia fluffed my hair and looked at her Master.


    “The hair is…” she said ying with the roughly cut locks.


    “Let us fix this, so you can ornament it,” Fredrick said watching Evan.


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    “Mia will not harm your ve. It does not hurt a human to cut the hair. It is not like you my friend, it is


    like your Brothers in that regard.”


    Evan stiffened at thement and Damien let out a surprised sound.


    “Yes, yes another secret we keep,” Fredrick said in response. “My Brothers and I have been around a


    long time. We will not tell anyone that does not need to know, but back to the topic. Let Mia trim this


    hair. It looks too rough now.”


    Evan watched carefully as Mia trimmed my hair with small gold scissors. She kept the same general


    shape the men had given it, butyered the waves of brown and cut it neatly.


    “It doesn’t hurt you?” Evan questioned quietly while she worked.


    “No…Master Evan,” I answered remembering his title. “Pulling it out would hurt, but cutting it does not.”


    The men seemed pleased with the work Mia had done. Before they dressed me in the dull brown outfit,


    the men ran their fingers through the hair. It looked better this way, they were agreed.


    “I would let the girl cut Ciara’s hair again,” Evan said as we flew over the wall into the Warrior


    compound.


    “She was cautious and did a good job.”


    I poked him in the thigh with my mittened hand and he Looked down at me.


    “Why did you do that?” he asked as the transportnded in the courtyard of the Warrior’spound.


    “That is not a girl or a she, Master Evan,” I whispered quietly as they pulled off my brown outfit. “You’ll


    start all manner of trouble if the other men learn what you know.”


    “The way the other men think is ridiculous,” Damien said pulling off my foot covers, “but don’t worry. We


    are cautious in public.”


    The sounds of thepound came into my ears and I smiled. This ce was home when Damien and


    his Brothers were here. I was d to be back.