Attila the Hun reclining in his yurt, a jug of fermented goat's milk simmering on the rugs, the whinnies of horses outside intermingling with the cries of a thousand war-slaves being subjected to all manner of labours in camp.
And there, Attila tugs the slave girl over his knees...
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Yes, I can see it now...
Attila the Hun reclining in his yurt, a jug of fermented goat's milk simmering on the rugs, the whinnies of horses outside intermingling with the cries of a thousand war-slaves being subjected to all manner of labours in camp.
And there, Attila tugs the slave girl over his knees...
"Brush up, brush down, swat. Brush up, brush down, swat. Brush up, brush down, swat..."
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