"Nice to meet you too," I mumble, my nerves returning big-time."Nice to meet you, Master," he says, tugging sharply at the leash."Sorry, Master. Nice to meet you, Master.""That´s better. Now come with me. We´re going to have a little chat."He leads me to an ante-room to the auction chamber. It seems to be a storage room for the more usual kind of auction, furniture stacked everywhere, pictures and ornaments, bric-a-brac, the left-overs of the lives of people who have moved on. My Master sits on an antique chair, dark wood intricately carved, gleaming gold in reflected sunlight, and smelling of beeswax.He is still holding my leash and looks me up and down carefully from where he sits. "Don´t worry," he says. "I´ll let you put some clothes on before we go. But right now, I´m enjoying the view."I am lost for words and just nod, standing awkwardly under the gaze of my Master."On your knees, Charlotte," he says. I obey, trying not to graze my knees on the stone flag flo
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