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... With the aroma of flower water, catgirl sweat, and a distinct scent Allen was starting to identify as "things are about to get him killed."
Fina was still at the door, crossing off names on a leaf scroll.
Allen was mid-clean, gently wiping a purring calico girl named Zena, who moaned so hard her toes curled like question marks.
"Aaaah~ right there—like you're blessing my soul..."
Allen sighed. "It's leaf cleaning, not divine tongue baptism."
Then—
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