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... f as he clunks into Vuvi's room, hips still smoking with residual heat as his pulse crystals cool down.
He steps into a chaotic mess of glowing jars, stacked tomes, strange devices and salacious drawings scattered about a mad alchemist's cave masquerading as a bedroom. Vuvi sits on a bed littered with scattered pages and greasy tools, cross legged and grinning, hair an explosion of curling crimson tendrils that erupts from her head.
"So... Pleasure Prince Version One Point Oh... ...
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