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The room was a sensual fever dream.
A circular table floated in midair, low and wide, hovering above a shallow pool of steam.
Beneath the surface, red lotus petals drifted over glowing stone. The air was warm and sweet—laced with cinnamon, rose, and something more primal. Spices. Wine. Want.
Asmodra sat cross-legged on a divan behind the table, arms resting delicately on the edge, a thin chain draped across her lap like a disc ...
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