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Lola stood while eating her portion of the suckling pig. She couldn't sit on a chair now, as even the gentlest friction between her buttocks and the wooden seat would cause pain. The corset that had helped her maintain an upright posture was now completely removed, and Lola gasped for breath while standing and eating her meat.

Caesar wasn't hungry, as he usually hadn't eaten much the night. Lola's tearful yet determined eating surprised him.

The roast suckling pig was so big; even if Lola was greedy, her ostrich-like stomach couldn't accommodate an entire pig. The pig leg, roasted with applewood charcoal, was tender and juicy. Cut into thin slices with a sharp knife, the crispy skin covered the white meat. Lola held the plate and wished she could just throw away her fork, holding the meat and shoveling it directly into her mouth.

If Caesar weren't there, she would definitely do so. Caesar stood up, the sound of his military coat rubbing against the chair was minimal, just a faint nois