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"playing the harlot suits you," ramesses said, reining himself back. kynareth; he did not think the grandmaster would have interest in the particulars of such a liaison. but the coyote had not responded as pharaoh expected. and so he gathered himself, not yet scorned, still thrumming with delight and a cultivated desire.
"it was quite enjoyable." pharaoh's lapis gaze stroked the other's features with a lascivious brush. "you know, it is customary to offer a token first," gaze cooling to something more acceptable given that they stood publically after all, tone conversational, as if he had not approached in such a manner.
"name it."