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“You look nice like that.” He squeezed Stevanna’s thigh. “What do you think? Should we go to my cabin? Or to the center of town?”
Town or home? Either had its issues. “Whatever you wish, master.”
He smiled broadly. “Then into town it is. Hold on, it might get bumpy.”
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