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not the first time a male had invited her to his home. was he not to wine and dine her first? qiao's gaze leveled to the stranger at his flank - his woman, his servant, his whore? or all three at once?

she said nothing, but her gaze traced the distant red arches of the mesa.

the little goblin's voice took over. qiao had no understanding of any of these titles, and even if she did, she would have been flabbergasted - he was a gollum, a troll, a little man wrapped in a distorted figurine's heart. if she was not so intrigued by what hex possessed him, she might have considered slipping off into the brush while the two men prattled.

if it got too boring, that's exactly what she planned to do.