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... artee. The tyrant seethed, running fingers through her short curls, "This is the style, though I wouldn’t expect you to understand."
Her black riding crop of a leash still hung at her hip, stark black against her pristine white jacket and skirt, both of which were stitched with golden-threaded starbursts. Sharing the same loop, distending from her belt, was Reilin’s chord of braided red leather. The diamond charm at its end was dull, appropriate for a stolen Esprit. When unneeded, most w ...
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