I get no kick from champagne

Mandor smiled, and stroked Yoruichi's hair delicately as she lolled across his lap, her lips curved in a smile of orgasmic bliss.

Urahara entered quietly, and stood looking down at the pair. "Well," he finally said, "you win. I'll pay up. But I never thought you could do it. How did you do it?"

Mandor shook his head. "Really, Kisuke. This isn't the sort of thing a gentleman discusses."

"I'm no gentleman," Urahara pointed out.

Mandor gestured. Steel balls drifted into the air, and a silver flagon appeared floating amid them. "The very best milk. Now, if you'll excuse us . . ."

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