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I was hoisted onto an orc’s shoulders and carried above everyone. “Where do you want to go?” My steed asked me. I looked around, realizing that I was drawing quite the following. Scores of eyes were staring up at me, wondering where the fun would go next. My gaze rested upon a torchlit sign depicting a woman on a pole. That would do. I was in a strip club, pounding my hand against the stage, cackling at a joke the man beside me had said. I couldn’t even remember what the punchline was, but it was the most hilarious fucking thing I’d ever heard. He was an Ardeni orc, one of Faltia’s boy by the tattoo on his arm. The stripper was a goblin girl, hardly over four feet, but bodacious despite her massage frame. She moved with sinuous grace that reminded of me of an amphibian, then collected her coins into the pouch at her hip, and leapt into the arms of the customer who had paid the most. “Get up there!” One the men beside me jeered. “Governess! Governess! Governess!” They started to call, and I was compelled asian onto the stage. I’d never danced a day in my life, and certainly not as a woman, but the moment the deep tribal drums kicked in, my body moved with instinct. I glanced sideways at her. "They thought your armor to be too tough for their shortbows so they talked about using blunt weapons. This offer caught him by surprise and he began to reflect on her offer. We’d also like to expose you to the public in controlled situations, allow people to become informed on what’s going on and study your social skills.” I heard Freddy's footsteps as he walked out the asian front door of the small house, and then closed the door behind him. “Oh, good, she know how to eat like normal people, too,” he said, sounding relieved. I had some breakfast had a shower and went out with some friends softcore again to be back by the eve. She was so tight. I groaned as his dark eyes stared up at me. 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