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A Forced Sentiment
I returned to my room to find Flora leaning against my door. She had on a ruby red kimono with two large emerald, green serpent dragons embroidered across it. Her hair was pulled up into a mock geisha with dangling chop stick and a hair comb to boot. Her feet were shoved into a pair of high heeled wedges that made her feet look small and dainty.
She looked like a fantasy come to life, but I didn’t have time for her sensual distractions. I could easily lose all the time I’d been allotted for training by giving in to this succulent woman.
“I was wondering if you were ever going to show up.” She simpered as she pushed off the door to come stand in front of me. “I was thinking,” she said as she sashayed up to me and ran her long fingers up my stomach and threw the buttons of my shirt. “that I could have a little bit of your time. I can let you have me in any way you want. That way you can do your tasks and be satisfied at the same
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