I glanced at the man as she walkedconfidently into the arboreal cloister. He wore the usual Gorean tunicand sandals and like most men of the city who ...ere not of the warriors,he was unarmed. I noticed a distinct absence of the exaggerated physiquefrom his portrait painting, but at least he wasn't ugly. Close behindthough were two other men, probably retired Guardsmen, who worescimitars at their belts. They regarded Milo with the air of experiencedbodyguards, checking out the cloister for any. She told me to shower and shave everything perfectly smooth then meet her in our room. After a nice long hot shower I shaved every hair from both my penis testicles and my entire pubic area. I powered my nice clean manhood and headed to meet Andrea in our room. She told me she wanted me to wear a chastity cage for the meeting and she had ordered a special one for the occasion. She said she loves putting them on me so she had me stand with my hands behind my back. She placed the base ring on me. Mazzini, in music you cannot guess. You cannot say, 'I don't know.'"His complexion turned a little red."Play that for me again. Just the first phrase."He complied, but she stopped him after the first few notes."No, Mr. Mazzini. Like you played before. With authority."He took a breath and started again."Think about the melody you showed me," she said softly near his ear.He played through the chords as before."No. I do not hear it. Play me the melody alone."He played the six notes singly."Again.. 'Why do you shave?' asked one sweaty fat guy, the manner in which he asked leaving no doubt about his fascination for my crotch, 'Because it makes it look ten years younger', I replied, emboldened by the warm feeling swilling around my belly, the whiskey was loosening my tongue, and my inhibitions, by equal measures.I enjoyed this part, getting to know the pervs, strutting my stuff, being as dirty as my photos, now in their cameras, which they guarded as living proof of my existence. I always.