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Andras was sincerely surprised that he fell into such an elementary trap. “ How could you not notice the witch circle?! - scolded himself. - As if for the first time a trap was set not on the floor, but on the ceiling! lamented the Grand Marquis. - No wonder women are called "witches" even those who do not have a witchcraft gift. They will confuse their heads without sending visions. All these tricks, seductive outfits, languid looks, smooth movements and sharp phrases that remain in memory for a long time . Namely, in this witch, who stood opposite, everything that Andras was thinking about was combined. He could have sworn he had never met a dozen of such women in his life. Witch. Goldilocks. Intoxicating with her mere presence. The embodiment of a cocktail of femininity and pride.

Forgetting himself, the Grand Marquis leaned forward and was able to take a step. Without thinking about how he escaped from the witching circle, succumbed to the impulse and dug into the plump lips of th