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Post by Deleted on Oct 8, 2016 21:26:11 GMT
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The strip club had just opened and the girls were in the dressing room getting ready to do their jobs. Malika was at her personal vanity applying false lashes. They were super black and dramatic; they emphasized her odd colored eyes. She busted open a new tube of drugstore mascara and painted the false lashes. She didn’t really have any coworkers here that were her friends so, she said nothing to nobody as she got dressed. She put on a nude shade of lipstick before scooting out of her chair out under the desk. Her outfit was very loud in terms of color so, she didn’t want her face to scream in color either. Her face would be contoured, have mild foundation, her hair was super straight and combed back. She would put her purse and belongings in a personal locker. Without a word to anyone, Malika placed her black 6 inch heels on before heading out. [break][break]
She checked with the hostess to see which region of tables she was assigned to. Her heels clicking against the tile floor, she approached a person she saw sitting alone. She fumbled with her notepad and taking a deep breath she walked up to this person. She was usually very calm in social environments, but she still had to get used to the fact she was in a field where girls took drugs to boost their self-esteem. She was in a field where men watched her to dance. Girls were doing their thing on poles and other women would be tending to mainly men at tables. They were either trying to get them to buy drinks or persuade them to pay their customer to pay them for a lap dance. [break][break]
With a smile she would say, “Hello. I’m Malika. I’ll be serving you tonight. How are ya? Can I get you something to drink?” she would say casually with a smile.
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Post by Valkorion on Oct 9, 2016 21:23:51 GMT
It’d been several months since Valkorion last found himself with enough time for anything unrelated to his life as a mercenary. As interesting as the life of a soldier of fortune was, it could get dull at times if he weren’t actively doing something. Thus, when the opportunity arose, he made for the Red Light District, found the most interesting strip club he could and wandered inside. The display of scantily-clad women moving seductively on the stage was interesting enough for him as it would to any warm-blooded man, or an android with a semblance of humanity as it were. He was tempted to sit down at the stage to simply watch the women dance, but it would be in bad form to waltz in and do so. Strippers or no (or rather dancers, as he preferred to call them), were still worthy of some respect. They rendered a service that very few others were willing to give.
Instead, Valkorion simply sat down at an empty table in a discrete corner of the club and contented himself with observing from afar. That remained the case until a buxom, ebony-skinned beauty sauntered up to him with an offering of her name and a drink. The ears almost instantly gave the young girl away as a Magi, which was interesting in and of itself.
“Well, aren’t you an enchanting mistress of the night, Miss Malika,” Valkorion said. “I go by Valkorion and it is a pleasure to meet you.” He smiled as he smoothed the red button-up he paired with black dress pants in place of his usual attire. “And, yes, I think that I will take you up on that drink if only to buy a bit of your time.”
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Post by Deleted on Oct 10, 2016 1:54:41 GMT
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Malika would smile from his compliment. She was immediately taken back from the comment as most men would say something much more sexual to her. To be polite and respectful she would say, “Thank you. That’s truly a nice thing for you to say.~” She really did mean it.
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This white haired man seemed to be close in age to Malika, probably slightly older(or so she thought). He also seemed like a normal human with probably a respectful job as she stereotyped him from his not so cheap looking outfit. Little did she know this was quite the opposite, “Oh of course, I planned on having a chat with you,” she quickly added in as well.
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Malika would think for a moment as he accepted her request to purchase a drink. Some customers wanted her to choose a drink or food for them, which was common. But for the most part that seldom happened and most men had an idea on what to order. This guy was bold; bold guys like bold things, right?
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“Give me a moment, I’ll bring somethin’ back for you,” she stated as she turned on her heel and walked away to the bar. From a distance she had her back turned and it could only be assumed she was requesting a drink. As she returned as it got closer it seemed very clear she had a bottle of beer in her left hand. It was a mainstream brand and was ice cold to the touch. She sat down on the other side of the booth and slid the bottle across the table to him.
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“You look nice.” She would say to try and start up some sort of conversation once again. It was only decent of her to return compliments, “I suppose you haven’t been here before? I don’t recognize you.”
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Post by Valkorion on Oct 11, 2016 0:01:53 GMT
“No need for you to thank me for speaking the truth, my darling,” Valkorion said as Malika turned her back to him. He stared appreciatively at her form as she wandered towards the bar and ordered the drink he requested. He took it with a playful wink when she returned before taking a sip, thankful for the sheer genius that went into his design. Even if he was incapable of feeling the effects of the alcohol, it was still and interesting distraction from the near-sensory overload that was the club. And the beer’s taste was pleasant to the gustatory sensors lining his tongue.
He stopped drinking just as the question reached his ears. “You’d be right about that, for this is indeed my first time in the establishment. As unfortunate as it is, my line of work rarely leaves time for personal enjoyment.”
“It’s a shame, really. But I have the time now and I am glad for it.” He gave a dashing smirk, keeping his eyes respectfully above his companion’s collarbone. As alluring as her body was, it wouldn’t be very gentlemanly of him to stare blankly at her ample bust. Honestly, it would’ve been the woman’s eyes that he was more interested in anyway; such a curious collection of color. His eyes flashed briefly to her ears. A magi then? Possibly a hosted human or android with some interesting tastes in style. Either way, it only added to the exotic appeal Malika seemed to simply exude from every fiber of her being.
“So, my lovely Malika, would you do me the favor of telling me about yourself?”
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Post by Deleted on Oct 11, 2016 4:17:54 GMT
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Malika would wink back at him. She notated he didn’t complain about her choice in beverage. This made her secretly pleased with herself. She was glad she could do her job properly. She hadn’t had many talents and opportunities in her life due to the assault on her record.
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This man had an advanced vocabulary and it showed through his speech and words. He must be naturally intelligent? Maybe he read a lot? Did he go to a good school? Well he was human clearly, so of course he probably went to a better school than she could’ve ever gone to due to the society. She was very curious to ask what job this man worked at, but before she could inquire about it the man would ask her to introduce herself.
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“Well, there’s not too much to say. I’m 19 and have been doing this for a few months now to try and get by. I like to cook and workout a lot. I’m a waitress and stripper here. I’m also Fire Magi as you can see, but hopefully that doesn’t bother you….If so I can always grab someone else,” Malika would say and twist a clump of stray white-blonde hairs that manage to get close to her right eye. Tonight she didn’t put it in a pony, but rather had it pulled back and free. Some customers were racist and weren’t interested in her due to her race, but this man seemed alright by it. She just wanted to make sure.
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She also decided not to bring up where she was from, if she had said Suraja, the next thing from this guy’s mouth likely would’ve been, “Why are you here? Why did you move?” and she didn’t want such depressing subjects to be brought up. This man had came here to have a good time.
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Post by Valkorion on Oct 11, 2016 5:44:23 GMT
Valkorion cocked an eyebrow at that. He’d come to expect the magi he came across to go to great lengths in hiding the fact they were such. She might have been able to pass her unusual features off as a modification of some sort, or even a simple choice of ascetic. The fact that this young girl gave that information away so willingly was interesting to say the least.
“Beautiful and open,” he said. “I must say that you’ve surprised me, Miss Malika. It’s not often that a woman in your circumstances would so openly declare to a man they’ve only just met that they are of the magi.” The android chuckled at the audacity of it. He seemed to have chosen the perfect night upon which to spend his free time.
“Well, my dear Malika, allow me to repay your candor in kind, for you aren’t the only one here that isn’t exactly human.” He closed a single eye, tilted his head slightly and gave yet another smile. “As convincing as it may seem, this body of mine is mostly steel and circuitry. In other words, the man before you is no man at all, but rather an extremely sophisticated artificial intelligence.”
Valkorion seemed rather proud of the announcement. His body language, the way he puffed out his chest, the manner in which he kept his voice loud enough to be heard over the cacophony of voices and music; it all indicated a man wholly unafraid of consequence resulting from his slip of tongue.
“So you see, my dear Malika, your race will be of no concern to me.” He leaned his elbows on the table and opened his eyes so that he could take in the full grandeur of the woman before him. “If anything, it makes you that much more intriguing.”
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Post by Deleted on Oct 11, 2016 20:02:42 GMT
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Malika would notice that the man cocked an eyebrow at her and this worried her. Did he not like the fact she was Magi? She was pretty upfront and blunt about it, because why not? Nothing in her life could get any more worse. It’s not like she could cover up her ears with a scarf or something. Well she could, but not for this job. And she may as well be upfront about it so, customers didn’t think it she was a human with a defect of some kind. [break][break]
But good news came to her soon as he would compliment her once more and stated he had no problem with her being a Magi.
She was also amused by how this guy kept calling her ‘Miss Malika’. Yes, she was a Miss, and she was Malika, but how much older was he than her?[break][break]
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She wasn’t too sure how to take this news. This man was a robot, well AI as he said, which really didn’t bother her that much. Actually, not at all. His sophisticated vocabulary and the nonchalant response to her sharing she was Magi supported this statement. Most AI, unless hunters, didn’t really care at all about the whole relationship between Humans and Magi. She was glad the man wasn’t racist. At least at the rate this was going he’d give her a good tip.[break][break]
As he leaned in and placed his hands on his head, he would stare deeply at her. She wasn’t too sure how to take this, but wanted to play it off as cooly. Customers have acted much more creepy and entranced by her. This AI was nowhere near the creepy point or to where she might be phased. He came onto her hard, must be slightly smitten, but it didn’t stun her. [break][break]
“I’m honestly not all that interesting,” Malika would manage to say between series of laughter. She was humble. She would then say,” But thank you….Uh what’ s your name? I don’t think you‘ve told me this” she pointed out.
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Post by Valkorion on Oct 12, 2016 0:18:20 GMT
Valkorion leaned back with a smile on his face. “Ah yes, I apologize for my lack of manners. My given name is Afzal ibn Aamir ibn Hassan al-Samara if you care to fill your mouth with words. However, I’ve long since taken to calling myself Valkorion.” He shifted into a more comfortable position and set his arms atop the seat behind him. His eternally present smirk remained where it was as he turned his head to briefly observe a newly announced dancer twirling around the slender pole linking the elevated dancefloor to the ceiling. She had some small measure of attractiveness and was rather impressive, but it didn’t hold his interest for long.
“You may call my whatever you wish,” Valkorion added as he returned his attention to Malika. “I’ll admit that you are the first person to learn my birth name in a long measure of time. Ever since I left the sands of my native Suraja—.” He caught himself. Why was did he seem so eager to reveal his past? Was it the relaxed atmosphere? Was the weight of his past finally too great for him to bear alone? Perhaps. Perhaps not. In all likelihood, it may have been the fact that Malika was easy on the eyes and speaking with her was a simple matter.
“Well, it’s not important. Alssamah lilbaqa' almadiat fi almadi. Or, as they say, let the past stay in the past. Besides, I’d rather focus on the now rather than go dreading up old memories.”
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Post by Deleted on Oct 12, 2016 16:08:35 GMT
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Malika would find this man’s original name to be normal as she grew up in Suraja. Her name wasn’t as much of a mouthful, clearly, but that was only because she was mixed. However, she’d find the name ‘Valkorion’ to be a bit weird. She didn’t know how to describe the name, it was interesting, but seemed malicious. Not like that this man was going to harm her. It was like something out of a fictional movie. Immediately she thought about calling him something else, but after a moment she couldn’t come up with any names that made sense and befit Valkorion. [break][break]
“How about I just call you Valkorion? That’s what you want to be called,” Malika would say. But then the man would soon confirm he was a native of the hot lands of Suraja, “Well, I’m from Suraja as well,” she said and nodded. But then in the middle of his sentence he cut it off. Perhaps it was a personal matter for him? Or rather it was a depressing subject and he didn’t want to lead to this right at this moment? [break][break]
“Understandable, “ Malika would tell him understandably. She’d smile and open her mouth as she was going to ask him about something when all of a sudden a man near by was literally drug out of the club by a bouncer. [break][break]
“Tiffany, are you okay?” Malika would ask concerned for her coworker. She hadn’t seen what happened. [break][break]
“Yeah, I’m fine…..He kept trying to kiss me for some reason,” Tiffany would say before sliding out of her chair. She looked red in the face from being embarrassed and clearly needed to be alone.
Turning her attention back to Valkorion , “Well……”
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Post by Valkorion on Oct 13, 2016 1:40:05 GMT
Valkorion watch with a bemused grin as the touchy man was flung bodily from the club with a warning not to return any time in the near future. The expression soured slightly when he heard the reason behind his sudden and untimely exit. He sighed.
“Some men should never be allowed near a woman in such a provocative environment,” Valkorion said. “They simply cannot control themselves and their baser desires.” The android shook his head disappointedly. Forcing oneself upon a woman wasn’t the most gentlemanly way of conducting oneself. Had the situation not been dealt with already, Valkorion would’ve asked the man to leave personally. If his request was refused (which it surely would’ve been), he would have taken matters into his own hands and beaten a well-deserved lesson into the man’s skull just before tossing him to the street. In hindsight, it was most likely better this way.
Frightening Malika would be problematic.
“Fear not, my dear. My manners are far better than that savage.” His smile returned. “You said that you were from Suraja as well, didn’t you? That would explain why you have such a lovely shade of skin. Tell me, are you from Elios or Pentos? Or perhaps you hail from humble Junos?” What luck! Valkorion hadn’t expected to be treated to the chance to converse with fellow Surajan. For whatever reason, his countrymen were rather rare in this city, though the reason behind it escaped him. Maybe it was simply because of the fact that most of them were buried further in poverty than a trip would allow.
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Post by Deleted on Oct 13, 2016 17:21:09 GMT
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“Indeed, but unfortunately with a job like this you draw them in like flies to food all the time. We unfortunately get creeps all the time, “ Malika said with a sigh.
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‘Just like that guy…..’ she thought to herself.
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She looked sad for a moment and looked downward at her lap. Her eyes and ears drooped. But then that would change all too soon after hearing Valkorion’s reassurance.
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Malika would laugh at the fact that he said she might fear him, “I can tell. The fact that you wouldn’t hurt me. Your manners are very nice, “ she commented between a few sessions of giggles. Her giggle fit turned into a smile. Malika wasn’t exactly weak, yes, she wasn’t the strongest Fire Magi, but she did know how to offend herself(or so she thought).
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“I’m from Elios. I’ve lived there most of my life,” Malika would answer simply, “You?” she would then ask turning the question around on Valkorion. It was nice to see another Surajan in the area. She had only encountered a few Surajans while she had lived in Elios. She wasn’t sure quite why? Ethea was a very diverse place and had a great economy, why it didn’t draw more foreigners from Suraja would forever well…..shock her.
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She’d ruffle her blonde-white hair with her right hand(she was a righty) as she idly waited for a response back from Valkorion. She was very calm, even after the creepy customer was kicked out and prohibited from entering the strip club anytime soon. Her demeanor was lax around Valkorion, possibly because he seemed like a gentleman and could hold a conversation.
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Post by Valkorion on Oct 14, 2016 3:24:12 GMT
Valkorion smiled alongside Malika, sharing in her mirth. It pleased him to no end when she laughed or giggled; she seemed all the more attractive for it. Even the sudden change from gleeful bliss to sadness was nothing less than adorable to him. His adoration only grew when she revealed to him the city of her birth.
“Will wonder’s never cease!?” Valkorion said excitedly. “Not only are we of the same hot sands, but we both hail from the same city?” The android chuckled heartily as he buried his face in his hand. Then, he smoothed the few errant hairs that broke free of their fellows in a single practiced motion.
“I must say, my dear, that you are steadily and increasingly growing in interest.” It was strange for him to be so taken with someone upon their first time crossing paths. Normally, Valkorion would’ve seen anyone more than a second glance, but this young woman was doing a marvelous job of holding his attention.
He sipped his beer idly, playing with the thoughts rebounding against the walls of his skull. He wished to possess this woman in some way. It would be an exciting distraction from the dullness that was his existence between missions. A new magi play thing would go a long way in allowing him to relive his life of luxury from before he was ousted from his home.
The sudden turn in thought caused his processors to spin in another direction. Valkorion found himself wondering what was happening back home in regards to his former possessions—his magi girl included. And then his thoughts took yet another turn when he began imagining what Malika would look like in a bedlah; alluring was a word that came to mind.
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He pulled his drink away from his lips a bit too early and accidentally spilled some of the contents onto his shirt. Looking down at the mess, he said, “Well, I suppose this is what I get for devoting so much of my processing power to things not related to drinking.”
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Post by Deleted on Oct 16, 2016 23:05:09 GMT
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Malika was tempted to tell Valkorion to calm down. He was getting a tad bit too excited now. But it also amused her, and it would be rude to tell him(eve politely) to lower his blood pressure and speech. So, she did not tell him anything. Instead she’d giggle some more, but this time at him as he would brush his hair down.
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It was interesting to meet another Surajan though. Again, she hadn’t met many so far, and the ones she had met weren’t nearly as interested in her and held a conversation like Valkorion. She was glad she had finally met one she could possibly get to know and discuss Suraja about.
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As soon as the drink spilled, Malika would slide out of the booth. She headed to a nearby computer/register and would grab some napkins from a drawer. She walked quickly back to Valkorion before starting to clean up the spill on his pants.
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“Just doin’ my job~” Malika would say nonchalantly as she pick up the splatter of liquid that had stained Valkorion’s upper thighs. After a long moment, she’d sit back down.
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“So yeah………Do you want another drink?” was all Malika could say as she’d tuck a strand of limp white-blonde hair behind her ear.
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Hopefully, this man wouldn’t get mad at her. She thought it would be okay, it wasn’t like she had full blown out sex with him for money. She just really needed a good tip from him. That was all. Because he honestly hadn’t bought much from her, so she likely wouldn’t be getting any money from the basis of food. Relying on giving a decent service was what she depended on now.
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Post by Valkorion on Oct 17, 2016 23:32:17 GMT
Valkorion busied himself with wiping away the excess liquid that had yet to soak into his pants. He scarcely acknowledged the fact that Malika had even left until she returned and started cleaning the mess. The action came as something of a surprise to him and for the first time in his life he was caught off balance. It hadn’t been intended to be sexual according to the beautiful magi woman, but it had been close enough to his public area that such a statement seemed rather… hard to believe. He sincerely doubted that it was anything but what she’d said; there was still something in the back of his head wishing for it to be something else. In any case, the android logged the sensation into his databanks for future analysis.
“It’s more than alright,” Valkorion said just as Malika finished her cleaning. Part of him wanted to ask for another drink just so he could spill it on himself again and watch her “doing her job” once more. He deleted the thought before it could take root. He’d done much in the way of earning this woman’s respect and he wasn’t about to do something that would cause him to lose it now.
“As a matter of fact, I would indeed enjoy another drink. Though I think that something a bit stronger would be in order. After all, that is the thing that a man in my position would do, seeing as I’ve managed to so thoroughly embarrassed myself, isn’t it?” Not that it would matter whether or not the drink was stronger, but he still like to pretend that he was human.
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Post by Deleted on Oct 20, 2016 20:18:47 GMT
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Malika would slide yet again out the booth at hearing the request from Valkorion to bring him another drink. But this time he said he wanted something stronger. Huh, he was a bold guy. And bold men did like bold things. As it were her job to wait on customers of the stripclub she would say, “Sure no problem. I’ll get you a glass of John Don’s,” she’d look at him and shoot enough smile. This time she’d close one of her fiery colored eyes before opening it- a wink.
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She’d walk away her back turned again to Valkorion. Her heels would click against the tile floor. She’d walk away quickly to the bar where once again was too far away for Valk to understand what she was saying over the loud hip-hop and electronic music. Malika was over at talking to a bartender as said so bartender would grab a tall bottle off a shelf. The bartender would fix a glass of strong whiskey. A popular brand that men were drawn to called John Don’s.
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Malika was a genuine and humble woman. But on the job she had to be fake to make money-to get by. There was no exception. The probability of her being attracted and interested in every single customer she had to tend to was just to difficult and rather impossible. However, Valkorion was amusing and somewhat cute. Not her type, but nonetheless still easy on the eyes.
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As she idly chatted with the female bartender who to was also in skanky clothing thoughts appeared at the back of her head. But soon she’d wipe them away. It was about whether she had gone too far with Valkorion, it was unprofessional. Oh well, she didn’t think any one else saw. She might be okay. Plus it was too late. It’s not like she could go to the past and change it. In addition, Valkorion seemed not to be bothered by it. He likely enjoyed it. Not that gave her permission to just touch him like that, but still.
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Eventually the drink was slid to her from the bartender. Malika would thank her, like she did everytime and had to have been the millionth thank you, she walked back to Valkorion. She’d sit the small glass in front of him before resting her curvaceous body against a seat on the chair across from her guest.
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