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One evening three of the eye-catching concubines were sitting together at dinner and we joined them. The conversation was, playful and relaxed. Not about sex, that was a peripheral matter an almost foregone conclusion that it would happen. After dinner the girls invited us to their place, which was anything but normal. They lived close by, only a few blocks away, in a luxurious flat, to which few men ever were allowed entry. Certain rules reigned in this world, as in every closed society. We were smoking opium and in the loosened atmosphere the girls got undressed and invited us to do the same. Everything in a carefree, playful manner - there was no talk of money. A Mexican girl by name of Lara had caught my eye and soon I finished up in her room, and we spent the night with champagne, opium, and occasional sex, and talked, as though we had known each other forever. A liberating experience - unforgotten. She was beautiful and I never would forget her eyes, they were large, smoke blue, her skin was smooth and her charm was overwhelming - not at all as expected from a professional. But these were high-class concubines, not usually accessible to JOHN DOE.
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