[Two presents, all prettied up and their holes facing whoever enters the room. The guards congratulate each other for their good work and a job well done, looking forward to the next time they can destress with the new slaves. After all, if they do their job well, they get rewarded.
The door slams behind them. Dorian and Taryon are finally left alone in the dark room with dying candlelight.
Taryon is too full to dare think of moving.] Are they really going to leave us like this...? I don't know if I can go to sleep.
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The door slams behind them. Dorian and Taryon are finally left alone in the dark room with dying candlelight.
Taryon is too full to dare think of moving.] Are they really going to leave us like this...? I don't know if I can go to sleep.