Sakuramoria

“How amusing and sad this is,” Aorich cast a look filled with disgust at the magazine the other guys were looking at. “In any decent Levian family, there are at least a couple of attractive slaves, with whom you can do whatever you want and dress them in whatever you like. But you have games here, filled with beautiful slogans about freedom and equality.” “Aorich, right?” Duke had many unflattering thoughts in his head that he wanted to voice right away, but understanding the peculiarities of his interlocutor’s upbringing, he still restrained himself. “But what about love?” “And what is love? I bet slaves love their masters more than spouses in free countries love their husbands.” “Levian syndrome,” Dinorsis decided to explain what his brother had said in a more understandable way. “This is when slaves, due to their upbringing, develop a sense of loyalty to their master.” “Call it whatever you want, but it’s definitely more reliable than marriage vows, which are easily broken in all cultures.”