Then I lie naked on the bed, watching her. She doesn’t look at me. It’s like I don’t exist anymore. She dries her hair and then chooses a short,...red backless dress with a plunging neckline in which she looks stunning. There's no way she can wear a bra with it and anyway, doesn’t want to. No man will be able to resist her, and she knows it.She pulls on her stockings and a very brief pair of lilac knickers that always turns me on. Then her high heels. Her hair is beautiful, shining, long,. Even if it hurts.She finished her mead in one long swallow and stood up, leaving three copper coins on the bar. "Sage advice always comes with a price," she said, her mouth twisting up at the corners. "Usually one that cannot be measured in coin." She strode from the tavern and back onto the sunlit street. With a few quick questions around she found Gavin at a street vendor's stall, stuffing brotwurst into his mouth. He grinned up at her, with chunks of sourkraut hanging from his lips."This man. Dahra smiled. "Yeah, she's off to a great start." Thanks to you."Dahra blushed. "Oh, she would have risen to the top even without me. The cream always does." So," asked Krinan, trying to sound casual, "Have you decided who will be the other archaeologist on the project?" Why do you ask?" asked Dahra, with caution."Just wondering." Well, Wednu and Plek both refused, both of them being happy with their current job. I am currently considering Klavdra Menorfelgis." Klavdra!" exclaimed Krinan. "She. She told me that she hadn't noticed whether Kylie had left with them, or gone out to the yacht; that had apparently left the bay around the same time. Jean actually said that she couldn't recall seeing Kylie at all that morning.As subtly as I could -- which was probably not very subtly at all -- I enquired of the rest of the staff on duty, whether they'd seen Kylie that morning. None them could recall whether they had seen her that day. Mind you, except for Jean in the dining room, that wasn't.
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