NiccoloBenoit
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The evening air was warm in the courtyard. Shadows flickered and danced as flames quivered in their lamps. Spiro guided Althea to the centre of the garden, urging her off the stonework walkway and onto the short trimmed grass.
"Strip," he ordered, standing on the pathway, watching her intently.
"Strip," he ordered, standing on the pathway, watching her intently.
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