'Of all the things that he had endured after opening his eyes in this new life, this would be the most ridiculous', thought Xiao Yu to himself, as he was stuffed into a woven basket meant to move large quantities of fresh produce.
Several ladies were giggling as they piled vegetables rejected by the kitchen staff in interesting ways for some “better camouflage".
But the air of hilarity was only a veneer, stretch thin over a grave matter. Purposely laying a lighthearted mask on a terrifying fear shared by many of the denizens of the Gardens.
They're fighting for freedom.
Freedom from the shackles of those who thought they could own the body of someone whose companionship was only sold for a night. Those who thought that the gold in their pocket meant power over someone with none in theirs.
People who thought a golden cage, for one that had freely flown in the wide skies, was a compliment.
Hah!
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Merrily, a certain vegetable peddler was sent away from the back gates of a pleasure garden. Pulling his cart filled with soggy and wilting leftovers.
If he paid particular care to a particular basket, well isn't that his private business?
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