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... world’s most uncomfortable throne.
And by uncomfortable, she meant both physically and mentally. The leather scraps they called an outfit were riding up in places that shouldn’t be ridden up, and Sirah’s hand stayed glued to Melisa’s ass like it was magnetized.
Sirah squeezed hard enough to make her jump. The darian was on her fourth horn of ale. Maybe fifth. Hard to keep track when warriors kept shoving new drinks at their table like they were trying to set a record for "most a ...
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