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The sharp cruel laughter that came from Levent wasn't something she wasn't used to. It reminded her of home, actually. With how battles would be fought, triumphs shared with a fierce sharp edged pride and failures met with laughter every bit as cruel. With the flaw in her actions pointed out Amy smiled, a lazy lustful smile. Remove my blouse? Would you really be so cruel as to ask a lady to do that? Even as she spoke Amy was slowly unbuttoning her blouse, revealing her form, letting his eyes rake down her before she finally pulled it off.
Levent missed this time as Raoth was starting to get the hang of dodging while pinned to the tree. His hair fell messily around his face as the cloth keeping it back was removed. She moved over to him, toying with it in her hand before throwing her knife, this time striking him in the leg. Raoth let out a gurgled yelp, unable to actually talk properly without a tongue. Your turn. Her voice was filled with lust, tugging at his hair before stepping back so he could throw.
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