Theater of Flesh: Open Auditions

For Zach, D, and Missy

Perizada could feel the tension leech from her body as Zach gave her permission to return to her vessel. "Thank you, Master." She whispered.

Rather than make a show of turning to smoke and oozing back into it, she simply ducked fully behind him and disappeared.

Inside her vessel was her own little universe. Room after sumptuous room to meet her every need. Her bedchamber, a library with every book she could possibly imagine, a game room where she could summon other beings from she knew not where to play chess or backgammon or any other game. There was a music room where she could practice various instruments or summon musicians (again, she knew not whence they came) so that she could dance or play with them. Her time in her vessel could be as productive as she wanted it to be. Or she could choose the Dreaming, as she referred to it, a sort of stasis where time stood still for her even as she was vaguely aware of its passing outside the vessel.

Since she expected to be summoned shortly, she went to her dressing room and selected and discarded various outfits, put her hair up, let her hair down, put it back up again. She spent some time choosing a scent to wear. If she was to see D again, she wanted to be devastatingly beautiful in every respect to make him rue sending her away for so long. Besides, busying herself with her toilette kept her mind off of what she had seen. She decided on a more traditional costume that was very demure. After seeing the display of all that naked flesh on stage, she thought going in the opposite direction would make more of a statement. She put on layer after layer of clothing and enough jewelry so that every movement was accompanied by the tinkling of bells.

Her thoughts went back to that woman, doing those horrible things to D, and him allowing it, encouraging it. She wanted to turn them both to cinders. She had many masters who degraded her and enjoyed doing it, Orsino being the last of several. To do it willingly . . . she just couldn't fathom it. The world had twisted D into something else.

She paced once again waiting for her summons.
 
For Korey

Seth POV

"Yes. Definitely," Seth answered. "We're supposed to be working now aren't we?" He looked around trying to get his bearings. He had gotten so focused on Korey that he had almost entirely lost track of himself.

"What were we doing?"
 
For Ivy

Silenus POV

“I'd let you ride me, but you're just a tease!” The monster spoke with amusement. He rolled over pinning the girl beneath his body, far more massive than he ought to have been by his appearance. His hands pulled her panties down to her knees and forced her legs apart until they strained the fabric to the point of splitting. His cock slid easily into her opening, slick with fluid from their rough foreplay.

He felt a brief resistance before his hard cock tore through the thin membrane that marked her innocence. She was innocent no more.

Silenus grunted with bestial enthusiasm as he thrust into the pleading little creature. He licked at her nipples with his long goat tongue, massaging first one rosy bud and then the other, but never slackening the pace of his thrusting cock. He wanted to make the little fairy girl cum. He wanted to feel the clench of her cunt, and see the look in her eyes when she was overcome by pleasure despite her wild protests.

For Silenus

"No!" She cried out when she felt him pushing at her bare entrance, "Nonononono-!" Her protests were silenced when she felt him shove himself into her in one thrust, breaking her hymen. She gasped and her back arched, pushing her chest up as the initial pain of her womanhood being taken shot through her. If this was just a dream, why was she able to feel everything so vividly? Ivy was shaking as her throbbing cunt was trying to get use to the size of him (human dimensions or not, he was still rather large) as he was pushing into her. The bed creaked from the weight of their bodies and the power of his thrusts.

The first few thrusts, Ivy could feel her breasts moving from the impact, but then she felt something warm and soft lavishing her nipple and making it taut before the action was repeated on the other. She whimpered helplessly as the more attention he gave them, the tighter wetter her pussy got. Ivy started shuddering as the pain where her leg met started to subside and was quickly being replaced with something else.

Her hands were gripping the colorful patchwork comforter/duvet as she tried to keep her wits about her. How long would this last for? when would she wake up? She closed her eyes tightly as she was trying to focus on something else, anything else. She didn't want get off on this dream, but she could feel it starting to build! His tongue wasn't helping either. Every lick and suck pushed her further and she started to vocally respond even through her resolve.
 
For Stella

Peter's Mimic POV

"Am I the only one who can see you?"

"Yes. I think it's better that way, don't you?" Peter got to his feet and extended his hand to Stella. "But I think we can do better than a hotel, once you get the hang of things. Let's start with something simple. Clothing. It's important to have a clear visualization of exactly what you want. Matter is constant in the universe but magic is continually in flux. The jacket is made to draw and harness magic. The more you use it, the more powerful it will become. Don't think about it too hard, just focus on what you want, and use your focus to draw your desires through the jacket."

Peter stepped back and watched his love, ready to offer encouragement or additional instruction if needed. He knew that she could do this. It was only a matter of her giving herself the opportunity to succeed.
 
For Ivy

Silenus POV

He savored the lusty sound of girl's voice, resounding like a whore in the throws of passion.

Silenus reached down and ripped the girl's restrictive panties asunder so that he could spread her legs wider and improve the depth and angle of his penetration. He tossed the wasted fabric to the floor and dragged her ass to the edge of the bed. He rose up over her, feet on the ground so that he could fuck her with more force, lifting her hips off the bed so that he buried himself deeply in her hot juicy pussy on each thrust. He licked his fingers and reached between her legs to massage her mound as he pounded her. His heavy balls slapped against her ass.

"Yes, pretty darling. It feels so good! Don't fight the pleasure. Give into it. You could never be bested by a lowly mortal creature, and there is no shame in being bested by me. I am the darkest craving of your unquenchable wild soul. I am yours and you are mine."

Slowly he began to lower the magical glamour that caused him to resemble Mr. D. He allowed himself to morph before her eyes into his own true form, beginning with the horns and protruding ears at the top of his head, and then his face, revealing himself a bit at a time, so that she might know truly who her conqueror was.
 
Stella let Peter pull her to her feet. It brought a smile to her face--the movement was just so him, so familiar and welcome that she actually giggled.

"Okay...concentrate." Her arms fell to her side, her eyes fluttered shut. She envisioned the dress she wore the night he'd told her that he loved her. Red, low-cut, flared skirt. Black lace at the bosom.

She fixed the image in her mind's eye, making it as vivid as she could. Remembering how the fabric felt, how her nipples had pebbled when Peter saw her in it, the immense charge just from the way he looked at her.

Shoes. Red heels, which later pinned down his naked chest that night. The dress didn't survive, she knew, but if she could bring back Peter...
 
ZACH POV

Zach breathed a sigh of relief when the "game" had stopped. While he was used to seeing such acts (as any one who had traveled the world and been part of a magical act would have) he could tell and feel that it was bothering Parizada. She clearly cared more for this Mr. D then she had originally claimed if her reaction was any thing to judge by. He made a mental note to ask her about it later when they were alone and to see if she wanted to be left to his care.

Zach would hate to lose her.... However he wanted the young woman to be happy. If she did love Mr. D in that way then he would allow it however he could.

"Mr. D" Zach said coming up and noting he had noticed Parizada "I believe there is some one who wants to see you"

"I think we should leave them alone" Zach said turning to Missy the girl who had been hurting him "I dont think she was to comfortable with what was happening and I dont know the extent of her powers yet"

"If its alright with you I will keep the box" Zach said to Mr. D "I will call her out and Missy and I will make our leave once you guys are done.... talking just come and find us if thats okay with you two of course?" He asked looking at both Missy and Mr. D.
 
For Stella

Peter's Mimic POV

"Exquisite!" he declared happily. She took to the task with ease, and the gown she selected was beautiful, something from her past with Peter. He felt the memory flutter over the surface of her thoughts. He stepped forward and pulled her into his arms. He dipped her back as he kissed her, running one hand over the smooth fabric to caress her breast. "I assure you everyone will be able to see your dress, and it will last until you will it away. You may keep it for an hour or forever. Now come with me."

Peter set Stella to rights, took her hand in his, and then led her out the back door of the theater, into the alley. He took his time, scanning the surrounding buildings as he walked slowly up the alley. "This one." He laid his hand on the heavy metal door that marked the back entrance to a different building. "You will have to unlock it. Interestingly enough, this can be a far more challenging task than manifesting something, but you already have a knack for fine manipulations, you are an illusionist after all. It's really just a matter of giving the tumblers a nudge with your mind, but if you must you can always manifest a key."
 
For D, Zach and Parizada

When he cried his Mercy Missy smiled but also felt he had given up. She got up and again licked her upper lip seductively. "Mmmm winning never tasted so good!" She looked at Zach who was now alone. Then D asked for time. "All the time you need D, but remember for a set period of time you are all mine! Better get your rimming muscles stretched out! haha" She grabbed her clothes and put them back on and lit a cigarette. Zach soon came and asked her to let D have some space.

"Care to join me for a bit then Zach? We could I dunno... See what tickles our fancy!" She said. Missy was now in high gear and only wanted more. She was almost literally. "Possessed" Her skin was hot to the touch and her eyes were almost glowing red from the right angle. "Maybe that other woman could join us? Or is she... She's the one D needs to speak with isn't she?"

She looked at D then back to Zach. She had no idea what was going on nor did she really give a fuck she cared little for politics of others unless she could use it to her advantage. Now she was hoping this small break would work to her advantage and let her get a little one on one with Zach whom she found very desirable.

KC
 
For Maeve


As he struggled with what was happening. Maeve astutely took control and guided him back to where she needed him. When she told him she was going to hurt him his cock jumped a little and his heart skipped a beat. She bit him hard and the pain coursed though his body, then her nails raked his back sending a new signal to his over wired brain. 'She's in charge! She's going to take you the rest of the way!' it was telling him and he followed what it was telling him and let her lead again as he should have from the beginning. Still he fucked her as she had not ordered him to stop her legs like a vice around his waist, blood droplets forming on his back. He accepted her reward and waited for what else she needed.

Missy was to sporadic he thought now. one second she want's to be thrown around like a rag doll the next she's hurting him to the point of his immense limits. One day their fucking the next they are basically raping each other. She will love him then she will hate him. It was all almost to much but yet he knew they had a bond that could not nor should not be broken.

KC
 
ZACH POV

"Uh" Zach said blinking at the womans appearance and her forwardness "I am sure the two want to be alone"

He looked over at Mr. D wondering if this woman was going to do the same before he shook his head "I uh im not sure just how to summon her" Zach said blushing.

"Parizada you can come out" Zach called "I am going to leave you and Mr. D to talk when you are done he will come with you and find me"

He turned moving with Missy before she came out of the box. Zach wasnt sure the djinn would not hurt the young woman judging by what he had felt through their link. He all but dragged Missy away and into the back of the stage.
 
For Seth

"Yes. Cleaning up, moving boxes, putting things away." Korey commented. Although, I thought I heard someone say something about some impromptu performances so we can see what folks can do." It was an effort to pull away from Seth and think about practical things. Yeah, she could really get to like this guy. For now, he seemed sweet and kind and was a damn fine kisser.

"So . . . More work? Or shall we see what's going on on stage. --Oh. Wasn't I supposed to take you to see Maeve and get you on the payroll?" She paused and took a breath. "Those kisses really have me all turned around."
 
For D and the departing Zach and Missy

Smoke curled out of the box and formed into Perizada before D as Zach ushered Missy away. She was covered from head to foot in layers of heavily embroidered silk a translucent veil covered her nose and mouth. Even in her modest yet sumptuous clothing, her beauty could not be contained.

She looked at D, her eyes narrowed in near contempt. "I would slap you if I was sure it would not bring you pleasure. Eighty years I have waited for you to find a way to free me. Instead, you forgot me and now I am called forth, it seems, by happenstance alone. Although my new master seems kind. No, thanks to you. What possesses you to let yourself be treated this way? You, who could rule the world--or part of it, and you let yourself be abased, humiliated? You disgust me."

She turned away so he couldn't see the tears in her eyes.
 
For Ivy

Silenus POV

He savored the lusty sound of girl's voice, resounding like a whore in the throws of passion.

Silenus reached down and ripped the girl's restrictive panties asunder so that he could spread her legs wider and improve the depth and angle of his penetration. He tossed the wasted fabric to the floor and dragged her ass to the edge of the bed. He rose up over her, feet on the ground so that he could fuck her with more force, lifting her hips off the bed so that he buried himself deeply in her hot juicy pussy on each thrust. He licked his fingers and reached between her legs to massage her mound as he pounded her. His heavy balls slapped against her ass.

"Yes, pretty darling. It feels so good! Don't fight the pleasure. Give into it. You could never be bested by a lowly mortal creature, and there is no shame in being bested by me. I am the darkest craving of your unquenchable wild soul. I am yours and you are mine."

Slowly he began to lower the magical glamour that caused him to resemble Mr. D. He allowed himself to morph before her eyes into his own true form, beginning with the horns and protruding ears at the top of his head, and then his face, revealing himself a bit at a time, so that she might know truly who her conqueror was.

"Ahh ow," She was groaning in both pleasure and discomfort as the head of his cock was slamming into her tender cervix. The pain from that too was quickly subsiding as once again her bodies natural instinct to adjust and accommodate his length and girth. The fae blood in her was pumping and knew that she was being bred. Her body started to give off a pheromone that for faes would effect both parties.

It was working quickly on Ivy. Soon there was absolutely no pain, and the feeling of pleasure intensified, which didn't help when the goat-man started rubbing her pussy as he was fucking her-

No, he was raping her, she silently reminded herself. She was dreaming that she was being raped by some wild and mythical creature. His words rung through her ears, but it was the way he said them that made her body shiver as he was quickly building her up to an orgasm. Ivy was desperate to fight that need of release, but it was a loosing battle. Her body wanted to cum.

She couldn't take it anymore! Gripping onto the sheets tighter, she bucked her hips up one leg wrapped around his hip. She actually forced him to thrust into her harder, to the point that his cock pushed into her womb- something that any normal female would be screaming bloody murder about, but this halfling was screaming out as she came. It was like she didn't have control over her body, she needed to cum.

After a few moments, her body calmed down enough to where she fell back on the bed, her eyes glazed over as she was slowly coming back to her senses. When she could finally see again, she realized what just happened and felt completely horrified. Why would she get off at the thought of being raped? And by a monster? Ivy tried to pull away, but for the moment he was snugly lodged inside of her. Every touch was still so sensitive.

"Ta-take it out," her body trembled. Was it from her being scared or because of how overloaded she was from her orgasm?
 
For Perizada

Mr. D POV

D was caught off guard by how openly Zach spoke of Perizada's powers. He made up his mind to pull his new magician aside and explain the need for discretion in such matters. There were too many humans, and more particularly new humans not yet acquainted with the world of the strange and unnatural to speak so unguardedly, but before D had recovered enough to rise from the ground Zach and Missy had bolted backstage, and Perizada appeared in a very indiscreet manner... smoke forming into a woman was just a little too theatrical for even the most theatrically minded humans to believe possible. He could only hope that no one was paying attention.

D managed to get to his feet as Perizada addressed him.

"I would slap you if I was sure it would not bring you pleasure. Eighty years I have waited for you to find a way to free me. Instead, you forgot me and now I am called forth, it seems, by happenstance alone. Although my new master seems kind. No, thanks to you. What possesses you to let yourself be treated this way? You, who could rule the world--or part of it, and you let yourself be abased, humiliated? You disgust me."

D genuinely felt terrible about the time that Perizada had lost. He had never imagined that her absence would be so prolonged, but the choices that he had made leading up to that absence seemed entirely necessary. He wasn't convinced that there had been another viable avenue to pursue, and if there was, the choice was made so long ago that there seemed little point in grieving over all the paths untaken.

Still, every part of him had intended to lead off with an explanation of exactly what he had done and why, but Perizada's anger only served to make D pointedly aware of how absurdly ironic it was that she should emerge to find him in such a compromised position, and her bitter assertion that he disgusted her, only served to further offset his feelings of guilt and drive the humor of the situation home.

D laughed.

It was probably the worst possible reaction he could have in that moment, and yet there it was. He stood there naked and disgusting and laughing like a fool.

"I'm sorry." He struggled to bring his fit of hysterics under control. "Oh god, I'm so sorry Perizada." He finally managed to shrug off his inappropriate laughter somewhere in the midst of his second apology, and so he went to her. He placed his hands gently on her shoulders, even though he couldn't be sure that she wouldn't slap him, and could be even less sure that it wouldn't bring him pleasure.
 
Stella barely had a chance to goggle at what she had done--materialized a whole dress--before he was kissing and fondling her again, making her head spin. She had never done anything of the like before, just minor levitations of objects, some telekinesis. She guessed the jacket really did have powers that she could use, beyond a manifestation of her lost love that no one else could see.

Behind the theatre, she listened to Peter's next request.

"But...isn't this breaking and entering?"

She put her hand on the door, not quite believing she could achieve what was asked of her. But immediately, she saw in her mind's eye the location of the tumblers, the shape of the key that would open the door. She heard four small clicks, the tumblers arranging themselves in concert with her envisioning it.

The door creaked open.
 
For Cole

Maeve POV

Maeve raised her hips to meet the thrust of Cole's cock. Her teeth found the soft flesh of his earlobe and bit down a little at a time while her tongue teased him with a more gentle touch. "Do you want to cum now?" she asked in a husky whisper.

At heart, Maeve really wanted nothing more than to offer Cole something of the pleasure he had given her. Cole was far more complex than any of her lovers in the past. She wanted to learn him better, to figure out the right ways to awaken his passion, and unlock his desires. She felt less certain of herself than she ever had since taking on the role of Domme, but she wouldn't let that show now. She would have to find a time to speak him about her true feelings afterward. Cole was someone she could really learn to care about, and that frightened her more than a little.

For now though, she pushed those feelings aside and focused on the heat of their bodies, the taste of his sweat on her tongue, all of the simple and uncomplicated expressions of passion. That was where she felt her true power. It was the path that would guide her in bringing forth his trust, his lust, his love.
 
For Korey

Seth POV

"Me too!" Seth agreed with a laugh. "I do remember something about going to see Maeve. I really can't believe that this is a real job! And you..." Seth lowered his voice to a more intimate tone, "I never expected to meet someone like you. I'm really glad that I came to this audition... even if it has been one of the strangest experiences of my life. I wouldn't trade it for anything."
 
For Ivy

Silenus POV

The fairy girl's pheromones filled Silenus' flaring nostrils and made him as much a captive to her as she was to him. His body filled with raging lust to the abandonment of all other awareness. He could not have kept up his glamour now no matter how hard he tried, and the full length of his animal cock expanded to fill her to dangerous depths, but he could not back off from the impetus of the bestial rut that seized him.

He growled and snarled in the throws of pleasure, unlike anything he had experienced in a thousand years, too much time fucking fragile mortal women and following the rules of his prudish employer.

He felt the violent orgasm shudder the body of the small girl beneath him, and that was more than he could take. A river of semen exploded from his cock, and he roared in uncontrolled ecstasy, thrusting against her weakly as he rode out the final waves of his own intense orgasm.

"Ta-take it out,"

He did as she told him, and collapsed to his knees before her, placing his head docilely on her knee. Now, with her pheromone's still affecting him, she seemed less an object of lust, than an object of worship. She was glorious and perfect. He would do anything for her in this moment, and the sudden reversal did not strike him as the least bit odd or undesirable.
 
For Maeve

When she asked if he wanted to cum. He didn't need to think about it at all. "Yes please Mistress!" It wasn't that he wanted it to end, on the contrary he wanted it to last for a very long time. But he also knew that this was not the time for it to last for hours. He was feeling, feelings for her that he hadn't felt for another woman other than Missy. This both excited him and scared him. And what would Missy do to him tonight! Peg him? Hurt him? Cuckold him? Beat him? Fuck him? He didn't know and a large part of him didn't care at this point.

As she bit and scratched him he thought of how he wanted to see her out of the office. See all of Maeve over dinner, a long walk and then a night of true unbridled and unrated passion. Whether she felt the same was anyone's guess. He had no idea if what he was doing with her was old hat and he was just another employee play thing for her. As he thought about her and Missy and this theater hoping they would call this place home for longer then a month or two, he thought of how different sexually this troupe was then any other he'd ever known. Then he felt his balls tightening and his breathing changed, soon he was filling the condom with his hot cum, he readied for the beating he was sure was coming as he had not got her permission to cum. Missy would have hurt him badly for the same slight and he was sure Maeve would too.

KC
 
For Ivy

Silenus POV

The fairy girl's pheromones filled Silenus' flaring nostrils and made him as much a captive to her as she was to him. His body filled with raging lust to the abandonment of all other awareness. He could not have kept up his glamour now no matter how hard he tried, and the full length of his animal cock expanded to fill her to dangerous depths, but he could not back off from the impetus of the bestial rut that seized him.

He growled and snarled in the throws of pleasure, unlike anything he had experienced in a thousand years, too much time fucking fragile mortal women and following the rules of his prudish employer.

He felt the violent orgasm shudder the body of the small girl beneath him, and that was more than he could take. A river of semen exploded from his cock, and he roared in uncontrolled ecstasy, thrusting against her weakly as he rode out the final waves of his own intense orgasm.

"Ta-take it out,"

He did as she told him, and collapsed to his knees before her, placing his head docilely on her knee. Now, with her pheromone's still affecting him, she seemed less an object of lust, than an object of worship. She was glorious and perfect. He would do anything for her in this moment, and the sudden reversal did not strike him as the least bit odd or undesirable.

Ivy gasped and groaned as she felt him pull out. His cum started to quickly flood from her, staining the bed and pooling on the floor. The pheromones started to quickly cloud her mind again as her pussy was quickly missing the way he filled her with his supernatural meat of flesh.

Ivy could feel his breath hitting her inner thigh and the need for more grew. Her legs spread wider and without really thinking on her part she reached down and grasped one of his horns and pulled his head to her freshly fucked cunt. She wanted to know what that tongue felt like. Her pink pussy was beckoning for it. Shudders were going through her at merely the thought. Once he was close enough she sighed softly. It was like a junkie getting their fix after going through withdrawal.

The thought of being taken by this creature again built more desire in her rather than fear which she held earlier.
 
For Stella

Peter's Mimic POV

"We've haven't broken anything. We have a key, a very beautiful, very elegantly dressed key." Peter flirted playfully.

The building was dark and dank and smelled of piss. "This can all be cleaned up if you like, but I recommend that we leave it as it is, to discourage unwanted visitors. You may want to lift your skirt though. There are stairs at the end of the hall, and a room two floors up that will suit our needs nicely."

Peter guided Stella through the darkness and up the stairs. The room he led her to was empty, except for a few wooden crates, and a disgusting couch that was vomiting grey cotton from several rips across its center. Peter closed and bolted the door behind them. "Now, all you have to do is turn purgatory into paradise. Let's start by taking out the trash, shall we? Just do what you've been doing and make it go away!"
 
For Zach.

When he called for Perzada Missy raised her eyebrows but said nothing. Then escorting quickly back stage, this made Missy wonder what was going on.

"Strange place this is!" She said letting him guide her away. "Gotta wonder what's real and what's... Magic!" She said running her fingers along some of the old tiedowns that were holding curtains high in the air. "Zach who is that woman? Is she your... Well are you two exclusive or are you allowed to have... fun? I guess what I am saying is I would love to feel a little of your magic on me! It's been a strange and wonderful morning and to tell you the truth I don't want it to end right now. I was all set to get what ever I wanted from D and well that has been postponed and well... Now I want something to carry me over the edge!" She turned and looked at the magician. All pretense was going out the window. Missy was not going to wait for her just reward any longer then she had to. If not D then she would go after the man she had been eyeing for a bit now.

"Is there anything I can do for you?" Missy asked butting her smoke out on the floor and stepping forward. "Cause I know a lot of things you can do for me!" she reached up and ran her long finger nails down his chest. Her eyes were definitely burning red now. If she couldn't have him then some poor soul would pay a dear price later. She licked her lips and stepped closer still. Her fingers resting on his belt buckle. "Well what do you say Zach, how bout a magic trick?"

KC
 
Zach followed the girl who had been "playing" with Mr. D off of the stage and into the back without another word. He was worried however, worried about Parizada and how she and Mr. D would interact. They seemed to be old friends and perhaps even lovers (a fact which wouldnt surprise him given how she reacted) but she was angry at him as well.

"Hope your okay" He murmured to himself shaking his head as he stopped with the girl. He opened his mouth to thank her for agreeing before her words hit him.

And her proposition

"Uh" Zach said noting the burning red in her eyes "While the thought is..... seductive I do not go in for pain like Mr. D I am afraid you would be disappointed with my sexual prowess if thats what you go in for" he said biting his lip and eyeing her up and down.
 
For Zach

After his rejection Missy smiled a coy smile! "Well I'm not only into pain! I am into fun ol' sex! But it's cool. So seeing we will be working together for a bit anyway. Maybe we should get to know each other better! I'm Missy Bryant, my cousin and I are target knife throwers, as well as other things!" Missy said licking her lips she withdrew her hand from his belt and leaned against the wall.

"All I know about you is you have a strange friend and you are a magician, and you are not into pain! There must be more to it then that?" She lit another cigarette and offer Zach one.

Though she wanted him she would just go to a bar and pick up some poor college kid and terrorize him for a night.

KC
 
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