a_libertine
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He tried not to look. But the way she was twisting her legs with each step, forcing her hips to sway to some sultry tune that Henri couldn't hear, but want to dance to. He wondered about what lay beneath the horribly concealing clothes that Katirah wore, and for the briefest moment entertained the thought of reaching out to find out for himself.
Henri would never be able to say what stayed his hand, the potential wrath of his wife, or Marcel's controlled disappointment, none the less, with a twitch it lay still against the side of his leg.
Inside the small shop, Henri watched the transaction closely, trying to follow along with the conversation. What was easy to tell was the glint in the merchant's eyes when Katirah said something like travel, or trip. The shopkeeper prepared Katirah's order, and Henri was surprised at the relative diminutive size of the package.
As they left the store, Henri glances back at the shopkeeper catching the look of unabashed craven desire in the older man's eyes. Narrowing his eyes menacingly, Henri banged through the doorway as they entered the street. "what is next?" he asked.
Henri would never be able to say what stayed his hand, the potential wrath of his wife, or Marcel's controlled disappointment, none the less, with a twitch it lay still against the side of his leg.
Inside the small shop, Henri watched the transaction closely, trying to follow along with the conversation. What was easy to tell was the glint in the merchant's eyes when Katirah said something like travel, or trip. The shopkeeper prepared Katirah's order, and Henri was surprised at the relative diminutive size of the package.
As they left the store, Henri glances back at the shopkeeper catching the look of unabashed craven desire in the older man's eyes. Narrowing his eyes menacingly, Henri banged through the doorway as they entered the street. "what is next?" he asked.