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She sees my shame, my terror, and that spark of cursed desire that I cannot extinguish. — You are our little whore for everyone, Elara. Say it. I shake my head, a final spark of rebellion. The man behind me thrusts deeper, and a moan of pain escapes me. — Say it! Kael shouts from the shadow, his voice like a whip crack. Léa's pressure on my clitoris becomes unbearable, promising both release and damnation. — I... I am your whore! I sob, defeated. I am your whore for all of you!

"What? Your ideas can be kind of crazy." "But fin," Dara reminded her. "Remember that gift certificate we got to the spa from Shelley Morrison?" "Sure. Her extra thank you for making her party so special." "I remind you it's for Queen For a Day, a place we are a good ways from being able to afford ourselves. I'm going to call and see if they can take us. It's the middle of the week so hopefully no problem." "And what will we do there? I mean besides hair and nails?"