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Dhiate winced at her frown, but it faded as she began to mess with his hair again. It felt so good, the little tugs at his scalp. He could almost fall asleep standing. His golden chest began to fade back to white as the sun rose higher and higher. A soft breeze made his baggy silk pants ripple in the morning. He wrapped his slender arms around his thin waist.
Dhiate opened his eyes as her fingers began to twist out of his hair, braiding it down his back. The long braid settled by the back of his knees while his bangs fell back over his face, covering the two scars that marred his face. The wind pulled out loose tendrils and the shorter hair was whipping around his face. Dhiate turned towards his mistress.
New clothes? He couldn't even begin to imagine why. He didn't understand it. New clothes? They seemed just fine to him. No rips or tears. No stains and the color wasn't fading. They hadn't stretched or loosened. He hadn't grown any different at all. Perhaps she simply wished to see him in something else? That was the only reason he could come up with that made any sense. Whatever you wish, mistress.
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