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Myla
This is so awesome, I can hardly stand it.
For weeks, I’ve been practicing conjuring my Scala robes into different forms. At the same time, I’ve also been hoarding up the whole weapons fashion show idea as the perfect Get Out Of Jail Free card for the right opportunity.
And today’s when opportunity knocks. Yeah.
Lincoln slides onto a black velvet bench. He wears his medieval best, which means chain mail and a tunic. Setting his silver crown onto a nearby table, my guy fixes me with a stare that’s can only be described as seriously hot.
“Show me,” he commands.
The words rumble with just the right level of growl. My inner lust demon wakes up, big time.
Closing my eyes, I picture my Scala robes in a new shape. The threads instantly realign around my body, changing from a white
