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It was a vial of lubrication farmed from a plant called a ghastic.
I gulped.
“You’re going to need it,” Harper said.
I nodded my thanks and took it from her. With no pockets to conceal it in, I cupped it in the palm of my hand.
I joined Egara at the exit and felt a little unsteady as I moved through the hallways at his side. The other prisoners leered at me, nodding approvingly.
My thoughts were on the approaching night.
I was in, as the rumors liked to say, for the fuck of my life.
All the way to his room, Egara didn’t look me in the face. Instead, he took a great deal of interest in my breasts that pressed against the sheer fabric of my dress. My dark nipples were visible to anyone who liked to look.
And many eyes did like to look as we wound down those endless hallways.
The guards, as always, followed on our heels, shock rifles clasped tightly to their chests. I wondered if they ever looked at the girls in the Prize Pool and wanted a little taste.
I doubted it. Not once had I seen them glance in our direction or get distracted by a girl.
Shame, I thought. I always liked a man in uniform.
Even if he wasn’t a man. And even if the uniform did consist of thick plates of metal over a hard exoskeleton of technology I could barely even fathom.
As a historian, it was fascinating to see the evolution of advanced weaponry and armor. They moved in obvious and predictable lines. Anyone who had seen a suit of armor couldn’t help but recognize the armor these futuristic guards wore.
The material might be stronger, might have technology stitched into its every atom, but it still performed the same function as medieval plate mail.
I ran a hand over my dress, my palms growing sweaty. My mind always wandered when I became nervous.
We came to a stop outside a cell door that looked identical to the hundreds of others we’d passed on our way here. I wondered about the countless lives and stories the prisoners had to tell. I wondered—
Stop! Focus!
I waited for Egara to motion for me to enter his cell but he didn’t. He only stood and watched me. I stepped inside first and found the cell to have the appearance I expected.
Cold, sterile, rough, with scuff marks along the walls. There was no private bathroom and no other amenities. The bed was barely big enough for a monster of his size and no art or personal items hung on the walls.
That, at least, was a bit of a surprise.
Most of the prisoners liked to have something to remind them of home or the past life they once occupied. This cell had nothing at all that identified it as belonging to Egara. It could have belonged to any number of prisoners.
I liked to scan their possessions and get an idea of who I was dealing with, talking points I could distract them with.
But he had none.
I stopped in the middle of the cell and turned to face my host. He had to turn sideways and squat slightly to fit through the doorway.
The cell door hissed shut and we were alone.
We stood facing each other for a moment, that same awkwardness passing between us like the river Nile. We both knew what we were there to do.
It was only a matter of time before he took me. Would it be right away or would he prefer a little conversation first?
I was his to do with as he pleased. Nothing would happen that he didn’t have complete control over.
The silence seized my tongue the way it always did in this situation. My mind was full of interesting pieces of information on centuries of human history and general details about the culture of dozens of others, but I hadn’t been brought to this cell, or any of the others, for engaging conversation.
