Howl at the Moon, Love
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None of this made sense, but again, she placed her lips close to the mic and gave a musical body to the limbs she’d been given.
“Souls entwined…” Aislyn practically purred out, only to find silence.
All the while the static remained, along with the undertones of a continual, sensual bass to drive her out of her shell. Aislyn inhaled once more to deliver the messages once more, in one continuous string.
“Wrong times, Mistress,” she groaned along with the thrashing of the treble shushing her through her work. It called for a light caress of airily played notes, followed by a chorus of angelic sighs before adding, “Souls entwined.”
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