The thrill of kissing, steel against steel; the glide through the air; the fanning of her skirts and sleeves as she throws them up on her master's command, letting them brush against the heavens and earth as she shields him.
This dancing partner is a new one, but he has a certain raw vigour which charms and entices her. He holds himself so aloof, yet comes striding towards her like the dark moon down from the pale skies.
That night, she sings in her master's veins, whispers along his wrists and throat; again, again.
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