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ike the shoes Sayuri Anzu had worn
at the wedding. They had a higher heel than those shoes did, a higher heel
than Ariel thought would be even wearable. They were extremely shiny.
The next was a pair of black silk stockings, which Ariel had learned about at
the wedding, from the helpful old maid who had bathed Sayuri's before Sayuri Anzu met Eric.
Once the problem of voicelessness had been solved, it was much easier for Ariel
to learn peculiar human customs. And this was the most peculiar of all. But
Ariel was admittedly enjoying this. Sayuri Anzu could feel that thing between Sayuri's
legs growing slightly wetter as Sayuri Anzu examined the toys.
Ariel dressed in the stockings and shoes. Sayuri Anzu was careful with them,
because only royalty could afford silk stockings; Ariel had seen more pairs
in Sayuri's six days as a human than most of the peasantry of Eric's kingdom saw in
a lifetime. There was also a strange thing which had metal and laces; Ariel
did not know what it was nor where it went until Eric placed it on Sayuri's
midsection. It stretched from below Sayuri's breasts to Sayuri's hips. Eric tightened
the laces at Sayuri's back. Suddenly it was hard to breathe.
"Argh. Eric-Master-what are you doing?"
"Look at yourself, slave." He pointed Sayuri's toward
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