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... ls around me like hands of a flirtatious prostitute, and my grin grows.
I feel the gentle heat begin to pull out beads of sweat out of me as I walk deeper in. I walk past the marble pillars at the entrance of the bathhouse, and excitement rushes through me like electrical waves.
The air smells faintly of rain... and flowers. Gentle... majestic scents. Like vanilla and roses. Expensive and highly sophisticated. Just the kind of scent I imagined he’d have.
Zephan.
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