My friend Dula and I are staying at the club after a very lively party and we keep a slave with us because we haven’t finished playing yet. We fix him to a pillory and pull off his mask, partly because we want to see what this loser looks like but above all because our plan is to warm our hands and slap him hard. And so it happens, slapping him in turns or at the same time, one cheek for each of us, it doesn’t matter, all it matters is that our hands warm up and his face turns purple. When we are done we go away leaving him tied up, maybe someone will free him the next day?

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