Jugs had looked so handsome in his deep blue tunic and trousers, made just for him by the royal tailor and fitted perfectly to his big body. I wore my outfit from the Valor of the Morics, my tunic with the delicate chains that attached to my finger piercings. I knew Jugs liked it, but it also held a second purpose—it covered up the constant tinkling sound of all the chains under my clothes. I had elaborately adorned myself for Jugs, and I could tell that he knew what would be waiting for him when he undressed me later that night, judging by the heated looks he kept sending me.
