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Oh, the entertainment this promised! Amy's tail wouldn't stop wagging behind her, excited by the thought of blood and watching him work. She wouldn't just sit back and let him kill, of course. She would participate as well. There was no other way around it. Amy was not one to just watch. His golden eyes were flickering as the light sparked across them, as molten as her own falsely warm brown ones. They knew what they had found in each other, and neither was willing to back down.
So few had the intelligence to ask what exactly it was that she sold that wasn't material goods. They couldn't comprehend what she did until they did ask. They could understand that she would bring in slaves, that she traded in goods that would travel even from across the sea, but they wouldn't truly understand. Leaning close she spoke right in his ear, her voice sultry. Wishes, favors, teaching skills, vengeance. The last was said with satisfaction, practically melting in his arms with the pleasurable thought.
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