'This slave stuff is starting to get old,' I think as I stand there in the kitchen, naked, chopping onions. Sillitta too is busy with a similar chore. At least I get to watch her work naked as well. She's cute, and I periodically catch her stealing a glance at me and grinning. Still, the whole situation was more to my liking when I was wearing clothes.

I'm surprised, pleasantly so, to see Luisa return to the kitchens. I must admit though that my heart dropped a little when she ignored me to speak to Sillitta in Italian, at least I assume it's Italian. My spirits, and my cock, rise when Luisa invites me along on whatever bit of mischief the two are planning.

Back in Luisa's room, I see Luisa sharing a bit of some powder with my fellow slave. It kind of looks like cocaine, but they don't snort it. I can only imagine that it will be used in the coming competition. I'm temporarily wracked by shame. 'Man, I didn't even make it to the start of the competition. I wonder if I'll get to eat any of the feast at least?'

I snap out of my thoughts when Luisa asks me to wash her back. "Gladly Mistress," I answer as I follow her to the bathroom.