Date: 2013-10-20 12:52 am (UTC)
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He followed along like an obedient dog as his eyes kept a close watch on just how that silk kept everything just out of sight.

"I'll use whatever you want me to," he let slip out, not really sure what he meant by that, or how she'd take it.

Rabastan's own mind was clouded over by the potion, the alcohol, and now that familiar, building lust. He had been doing well with keeping himself at bay, but now it was like the floodgates had been opened.
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