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You are right, she all but purred in response as he pulled her closer. There'd been an awkwardness to her in asking for what she wanted, but that all melted away the moment he spoke. I am Issumatar, and I can do whatever I want. She'd been thinking about her new life and titles recently, particularly marveling about her role in Tartok. This, she knew, was her destiny—to be an Issumatar.

What can I do for you? She said, looking up to him with bedroom eyes. I know you have been working hard, and you deserve something nice for all of your hard work.