He looked over at Alyn. It was not hard to imagine her wrapping her whip around a Tar-Tanian’s neck and watching impassively as he writhed in agony. On the other hand, he found it even easier to imagine her without any clothing, climbing sensuously out of a stream and beckoning to him, with her eyes aqua liquid and a welcoming smile on her full red lips. He smiled dreamily.
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