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Viconia just said " a merchant saved me from the goblins so I could be his slave for the Drow *special* arts. I would rub his sweaty folds with my dark hands and tickle him with my tongue exertively, and affectionately nip his shoulder. I enjoyed it. He was soon my pawn, and his caravan would go anywhere I wanted it to." That is weird. Then she was like, "*chuckle* you probably want the same treatment, huh?" I don't get it. The last time she talked to me, she was like, "You disgust me and make my sick to my stomach."
*Typo alert*
[ 06-08-2002, 07:24 PM: Message edited by: Willard ]
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