That night, in the settlement of Manar, when the eager girls were brought to us, I found myself unable to focus for the first time on what I was doing.On what I was doing with the fiery brunette—because all evening, no matter what, my eyes kept drifting to two bright topazes that stared back at me with unmistakable contempt and a hint of condemnation. And for some reason, that look made me feel… ashamed. And shame is something I rarely ever feel.But I had to keep up appearances until the end, so I dragged myself off to service the local whore. The girl tried her best—moaning, trembling, pleasing me however she could—but something was wrong. Everything felt off. I finished somehow, without much satisfaction, left the exhausted girl behind, and went to another tent.I slept terribly.All night long I dreamed of the prepodolka’s blue eyes and her disdainful expression. The dream itself was joyless, yet it left me with a rock-hard erection that woke me before dawn, in a foul mood.As if
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