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... face. She realized it was her turn.
Finn was still crumpled on the ground, a tear-streaked wreck. Lickthorn stared into the abyss of her own humiliation. Granny Plops grinned like a toad in heat.
The old crone pointed a crooked finger. "You’re next, slut-waist."
Majestria flinched. "I—I shouldn’t have to dance. I’m a goddess."
Granny exhaled cabbage smoke through her nose. "Then this should be easy for you."
Majestria snarled, "Filthy swamp witch," but ste ...
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