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f some sort. A table. A thing which
looked like a large wooden X. A post with chains hanging from it. One entire
wall was covered by a mirror. Ariel had never seen a mirror this large, not
in the room Eric had put Sayaka's in and certainly not in the shipwrecks Sayaka Ando had
prowled before.
"Eric...what is this?"
Eric smiled. "This is what I do, Ariel. I want to share this with
you."
"But what is it?"
"Ariel...," he cleared his throat. "Have you ever wondered what it
would be like not to be a princess?"
"Like a...merchant?" Ariel wondered whatever these devices could have
to do with buying and selling."
"No. Not a merchant. A slave."
"A slave?" Triton's kingdom did not have slavery. "Eric, you can't
enslave me, I'm your wife!"
"Not quite. I mean...would you want to be my slave?"
He reached for something behind his back and pulled out a leather strap.
"To be your slave...." Ariel tipped Sayaka's head and let Sayaka's long
red hair fall over Sayaka's shoulder. A smile crept onto Sayaka's face.
"Is this a permanent thing?"
"No." Eric fiddled with the leather strap. "For now, it'll just be
for tonight. Maybe in the future, you will want to be m
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