Mick and Paul sat behind the table that had been arranged to form the 'bench'. They had found two wigs, relatively short black wigs, and wore these balanced precariously on their heads, with black sheets draped around their shoulders to form robes. Andrew sat behind the small table to one side of them and all the former slaves were arrayed in the various chairs set out in front. There were bottles of spirits and wine everywhere. Stephanie had not seen Devlin since they had got back to the castle, nor been able to exchange a single word with him. She had been taken down to the cellars as soon as they'd got back and locked in her cell all afternoon. Devlin had been taken upstairs by Amanda, and it was Amanda, wearing a tight gold-sequinned leotard and matching leggings, who had come to collect her from the cell. Once again she had allowed her to shower and use the toilet under Amanda's eagle eye but this time she had been allowed to dry herself. 'Put this on,' Amanda commanded. They had selected something deliberately lewd.
