The candlelight is bright, illuminating the side hall of the goddess and the woman moaning in pain on the white bed. The faint smell of oil candle, pungent alcohol smell, unconcealable **** smell, anxious sweat smell, and comforting smoke smell all diffused in the side hall together, like a circle of ominous fate.

Officiant Itoya finished speaking in a low voice, looked at His Highness whose eyes were flushed, and immediately lowered her head in silence. At this moment, a feeling of facing a dangerous beast hit her heart, as if she was deeply

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