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quickly when she realized that in one cell, two girls were kissing and stroking one another as a man watched. In the next cell, virtually the same thing was happening. At that point, Gavriella realized what Aurelia had meant by living out fantasies.

Unholy, sexual fantasies.

Gavriella was starting to feel sick.

Most of the cells seem to be filled with people doing things they probably should not have been doing. She tried not to look into any of them because some of them were wide open with no curtains to shield their activities. She happened to catch sight of a man lying on the stone bed while a woman put her mouth on his manhood. After that, she simply shut her eyes and let Aurelia lead her on.

She didn’t want to see anything more.

The music they had heard when they first entered the labyrinth was growing louder and at the end of the corridor that was lined with cells, they spilled out into a vast, low-ceilinged chamber that was full of people dancing. There were minstrels lining the wall on one side and they played a lively tune as drunk men and drunk women danced together, loudly and happily.

Camilla had apparently reached the event she wanted to participate in and she ran out into the chamber, losing herself amongst the dancers. Aurelia still had a hold of Gavriella when a man in a dog mask grabbed Aurelia and pulled her out onto the dance floor. Gavriella nearly got yanked along, but she let go of Aurelia and let the woman plunge into the writhing crowd.

She wanted no part of it.

Now, Gavriella was all alone in this horrendously sinful place, watching men in dog or stag masks dance with women in cat or bird masks. The masks were all elaborate, and quite beautiful, and they were divided for the sexes. The dance that the group was participating in was not an unknown one, a folk dance that Gavriella had danced to herself from time to time. But it seemed so long ago. Any of her memories and experiences from home seemed like centuries ago.

It was as if she had been away forever, missing it now more than she ever had.

Gavriella backed up, pressing herself against the wall as she watched the dance go on. On more than one occasion, she watched a man wrap his arm around a woman and fondle her breasts as she danced. The women didn’t seem to mind at all, but the last thing Gavriella wanted was to be fondled against her will.

That had already happened once.

She wasn’t going to let it happen again.

She had to get out.

Unfortunately, she had no idea how to get out. She had followed Aurelia into this large chamber, but her eyes had been closed some of the time because she had been trying to protect herself from what was going on around her. Unfortunately, that meant that she was completely lost.

The music was loud. Too loud. It wasn’t even enjoyable. Gavriella turned in the direction she thought they had come from but there were so many people it was difficult to tell. She saw what she thought were a couple of doorways, so she made her way towards one of them. It seemed to be dark and still inside the doorway, so she stepped into it and removed herself from the room where men and women were dancing sensually.

The corridor had torches on the walls, with the same sooty smoke billowing against the ceiling. At the end of the corridor was a light and she made her way towards it, but she quickly realized this wasn’t the way she’d come in because there were no cells lining either side of the corridor. But she saw a light up ahead and assumed there must be servants around who could tell her where the exit was.

She proceeded.

Unfortunately, the corridor only took her deeper into the maze. Gavriella felt as if the ground were sloping, as if she were walking downwards, and she ended up in a chamber where both men and women were gambling. They were rolling bones and engaging in any number of other gambling games. Gavriella wasn’t very familiar with gambling games, so she could only really guess what they were playing. When a cry went up over to her left, she saw a woman stand up and reveal her breasts to the whole table of men because she had evidently lost the game. Gavriella decided this was not the place for her.

She moved on.

When she turned to go out the way she’d come in, she realized that there were two other doors next to the one that she had come through. In fact, they all looked alike, and she chose what she thought was the correct door. It looked like it, and it smelled like it, so she headed back out towards the light at the end of the tunnel.

Sadly, for her, it only took her into another room.

In this small chamber, filled with smoke and fumes from the copper brazier, scantily clad women were dancing for an audience of men. They were wearing the thin, flimsy clothing that the women who had given them their masks had been wearing, clothing that was transparent. As Gavriella watched, a man in the corner played his citole and the women gyrated.

Nipples flashed.

Gavriella was starting to become panicky.

Whirling around, she left the way she’d come. She was trying desperately not to lose her composure, but this place was a vast collection of tunnels and small chambers, all of them looking and smelling alike, and not one of them leading the way out. If she could at least make it back to the room with the food, she might be able to find her way to freedom. Perhaps Aurelia and Camilla thought this place was a good deal of sophisticated fun, but Gavriella did not.

She thought it was horrible.

The place was maze of corridors and more corridors, of smaller chambers and larger chambers, and every one