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| − | == Dance in Regret ==
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| − | <b>Vestal of the Livid Lamasery:</b> It seems like it has been days...
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| − | It seems like it has been an eternity....
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| − | It seems like it has been a lifetime.
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| − | And yet, only enough hours for the sun to set have passed. Lips never cleaned from the nectar of her mistress, Fiona sleeps... a smile on her lips, now, her warm amber brown hair untied, scattered all around the pillows that make up the floor. Sarah stands on a large bed in the room, having been bathed and cleaned while the Vestal made Kanti loose herself with words and touches.
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| − | Her body bare, showing each and every scar Kanti inflicted upon her, left there so Kanti could take care of her...
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| − | The Vestal sits on her comfortable chair, stripped to her red lingerie, enjoying the scene she sees, two women, bounded, gagged and blindfolded at her feet.
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| − | Food was brought to them, warm and plentiful like only nobility can have in the North - how that was found in a Shadowland, a question only for the Vestal to answer.
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| − | The Abyssal beigns to finish tasting her part of her dessert together with Kanti... telling the Dragoness how she is loved, telling her how to bring joy, telling her how to be a favorite. "... and remember to be ready. Those two are no ordinary foes of yours. Miriana is like me, and the Lunar... he hurt *me*. I would hate to lose you, Kanti... I would be really displeased if you failed."
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| − | <b>Kanti:</b> So warm, so soft, so wonderful
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| − | Being so close to the Vestal, feeling her power, basking in her love, luxuriating in her attententions.
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| − | Slowly, slowly coming back down from the white heat that overwhelmed her, uncurling from her bondage to eat with the Mistress, accepting what food she is offered gratefully, listening carefully to all her instructions, committing them to her heart, her mind, her soul.
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| − | She looks up as the Vestal finishes speaking, her eyes smouldering once more with an inner fire, the haunted depths banished by the love she feels. She shivers at the thought of failure. "Yes Mistress, I understand. I will be ready ... I don't want to fail you, now or ever."
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| − | <b>Vestal of the Livid Lamasery:</b> "Good. Be as you were, but for me. Hunt. Fight."
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| − | Sat on her chair, almost a mesh of such comfortable pillows, she caresses Kanti's face, then gestures to some grapes on the plate, close to Kanti, knelt before her, all the warm, juicy ox meat already gone by the apetite of her mistress and herself, after such a tiring afternoon... "Give me some of these."
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| − | <b>Kanti:</b> Kanti bows her head once more "Of course , Mistress."
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| − | <i>That wouldn't be so bad? Would it? Fighting demons and ghosts for her ... protecting her ... helping her</i>
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| − | <i>That life seemed so far away, though, back beyond the the darkness and the pain and the screams, before she knew to love the Vestal, before she even knew of the Vestal...so far away.</i>
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| − | A small look of pain passes over her face.
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| − | <i>Dancing in the sunshine with a dryad in a forest glade.</i>
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| − | <i>Swirls of smoke and heat and scent as she battled with demons.</i>
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| − | <i>Conversations with a Dragonblood about living forever in the Sea of Dreams</i>
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| − | <i>... and in all these, he was watching her, always watching her, her first love ... the one ...who... betrayed ... her ... gave ..her ... to .. the ...Vestal ....</i>
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| − | <i>And how could she hate him for that?</i>
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| − | She snaps back to the present as her Mistress carresses her, rubbing her cheek on the hand wanting to feel the warmth, the brief flash of guilt at the pleasnat memories before fading with her touch.
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| − | "Yes, Mistress." she leans down, twisting off a small vine of grapes, feeding them tenderly to the Vestal, smling radiantly as she does.
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| − | <b>Vestal of the Livid Lamasery:</b> She pops it, tiny droplets from the grap falling from her lips... like the nectar on Fiona's lips... like the tears still on her eyes.
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| − | Charmaine's hands trail down Kanti's body, absent-mindedly... touching the flower on her belly, and the stone.... touching the power of a goddess non-chalangtly with her nails. "When they are back, they will be all mine... but to those here, bring joy for me. Bring joy to Fiona, bring joy to Sarah... bring joy to them. Do it with my blessing. Your mistress loves you, Kanti, and that is why I want you happy. Helping. Giving them joy. Punishing them for me."
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| − | She eats the second part, enjoying it, "Now the strawberries..." She says, taking one, rolling it on sugar, and bringing it to Kanti's mouth,
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| − | "Do you understand why the suffering now? If the suffering becomes pleasure... and they know, by the suffering, my joy?"
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| − | "You should understand it now..."
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| − | As she gives Kanti the strawberry, looking so regal over the chair, even without her robes... legs modestly crossed, smiling warmly at Kanti... the very image of regality and loving command even in lingerie...
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| − | <b>Kanti:</b> Kanti lets out soft contented noises as the hands trail over her body, twisitng her body slightly to better present it to the Vestal.
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| − | A smile breaks out over her face as she hears her Mistress words, confirming everything she knew. She would have to hurt them ... but...she could take their pains away too...
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| − | "Thank you Mistress!" her voice singing almost, "I will Mistress, care for them for you, bring them joy and ... pain as they need it. For you."
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| − | She takes he strawberry, sucking on it lightly before biting down, swallowing it, tasting all the sweeter for it coming from her hands.
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| − | "I ... I think I do, Mistress. It...is hard for me to understand, but ... it brings you joy." her voice lifting further as she says that word "And that is all that is truely important." looking up at the goddess before her, and feeling so prevelidged to be loved by her.
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| − | <b>Vestal of the Livid Lamasery:</b> "Yes. Yes, it is."
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| − | She says, smiling as kanti suckles on it, taking another strawberry and giving to her... "And that is why I love you, Kanti. You <i>try</i> to understand... you try."
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| − | Her other hand, caressing the flower, goes down, to her waist, covered in the purple Moonsilver bonds, to between her legs... "I want you to bring joy well, Kanti... that is why..." She touches Kanti, then holds the bond, pushing it up... giving Kanti a charge of blinding ecstasy as she does so, bringing the scarf up, up, up to her slave's face, while feeding her... "Touch it, Kanti... feel it... and it will be yours. A tool for you to use to bring joy, to help those girls around you or know things of them. Or punish them. It will be yours until you have to go...."
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| − | <b>Kanti:</b> Kanti glows warmly at the praise, pressing herself to the hand slightly, making more content noises, feasting on the strawberries her Mistriss deigns to give her.
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| − | A raw gasp escapes her lips as the pleasure lances through her, and when she next knows the world, the scarf is to her face.
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| − | Hearing her Mistress' words she presses herself to it, opening herself to it, letting her essence mix with hers.
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| − | "Thank you!" She gives another radiant smile, glowing with all the warmth of her aspect "Thank you for lending me such a ..perfect thing, to help me..." tailing off slightly at the end, looking momentarily sad "... I don't want to leave you." she whispers softly
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| − | <b>Vestal of the Livid Lamasery:</b> The Vestal comes down and kisses Kanti... a long, drawn-out kiss....
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| − | Yet, dominative. Unlike her master, she does not become one with Kanti... she uses her mouth. Warmly so, nicely so, but...
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| − | It takes a moment, and the lips part. "I don't want you to leave either... you have so much to understand. So much to learn. But you are one of my best warriors. You have to go..."
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| − | Red eyes locking in Kanti's, enjoying seeing her slave pressing herself against the scarf.... "And you will return, won't you? What would you go through, to return to me? What would you do, to return to me? What would you defy, to return to me?"
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| − | <b>Kanti:</b> After the kiss ... such a kiss ...
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| − | "I know I do Mistress ... I just wish it was n'tso hard ..." she whispers, still pressing herself up to the silk, letting her Mistress' eyes take her.
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| − | "I will Mistress, of course I will." The words sealing themselves in her heart. "I would endure the deepest colds of the utmost north to return to you .... I would walk across the Endless Desert to return to you ... I would fight gods and demons .... all to return to you, Mistress."
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| − | <b>Vestal of the Livid Lamasery:</b> She brings Kanti to her, to sit on her lap, hugging the Garda Bird like a plushie "And would you burn Heaven, to do so? Would you cut your heart, to do so?" She caresses Kanti as she says so, "Will you come back, my Garda Bird? As one of my favorites... would you burn everything else for it?"
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| − | Her hands bringing such sweet warmth... "And if you cannot, I will be there to bring you back. I will not let anyone take you. I will be there for you, my pretty."
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| − | She whispers, warmly... holding Kanti on her hand,
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| − | "<i>Mine.</i>"
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| − | <b>Kanti:</b> "Yes Mistress, anything."
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| − | <i>such soft carresses, so loving, so caring.</i>
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| − | "I would burn the world to see you again, my Mistress."
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| − | She closes her eyes as the Vestal carries on speaking, every sense concentrated on her.
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| − | "<i>Yours.</i>"
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| − | <b>Vestal of the Livid Lamasery:</b> A smile. A strawberry on her mouth.
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| − | "Yes..."
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| − | "I want to see more of it, sometime. How you give others my joy. Those two at my feet... would probably curse so much if I let the gags out of their mouths... so uneducated. So ignorant.... I would like to see you discipline them. To see you... showing how much you learned.... in your own way. Reshaping them with joy."
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| − | Another kiss. Another strawberry. "But now..." She sighs. "I unfortunately have to go. Talk to the one I called... soon, my duties will call. Oh, and... try to be swift, Kanti, after you leave. We have to leave with my new toys before this whole place burns in the Lord's flames..."
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| − | <b>Kanti:</b> "..When do I leave Mistress?" she asks softly, trying ignore the fact that the Vestal is leaving her before that.
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| − | "I will be swift though, Mistress, as swift as a bush fire in the dry grass. I don't want to be apart from you for any longer than I have too..."
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| − | "...Will I get to see you before I leave?" desire, hope, need, all these things lacing her voice, looking up desperately at the Vestal.
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| − | <b>Vestal of the Livid Lamasery:</b> "Yes, my sweet, of course you will...."
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| − | She gets up, and a fickle of her wrist makes the chains close around the throas of her slaves, making them gasp and squirm, bringing them to their feet... as her bound retinue. Her other hand caresses Kanti's face, bringing now a grape to her lips. And the Vestal stands, on her lingerie, and yet, so tall and regal... not impaired in the least even if she was naked "You will leave tomorrow morning. I will see you before you go... and..."
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| − | She says, and suddenly, Kanti can notice that of all the time she was with the Vestal... the last few days have been the only ones without bonds, without chains. "I will be around, tonight. Come look for me if you wish. Take your time healing Sarah as you wish, making Fiona understand, but if you come to me... it would make your mistress happy."
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| − | <b>Kanti:</b> Kanti accepts the grape gratefully, sucking on her fingers as they press to her lips.
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| − | <i>Tomorrow? So soon...and yet....why was she so sad ... it was her Mistress bidding that she leave...and leave in glory, not in shame...she could not bear the thought of the shame should she displease her...If she did not succeed...</i>
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| − | "I will." the smile breaks across her face "I will heal Sarah, and help Fiona understand what she needs to do... I will." she says again, joy vibrating in her voice.
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| − | "And I will find you tonight, of course."
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| − | She kneels nervously, waiting for the Vestal to leave her, a whispered farewell accompanying her out.
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| − | <b>Vestal of the Livid Lamasery:</b> "Take care of them... they are your charges, my pretty, because I trust you. Take good care of them, in my way."
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| − | She kisses Kanti once more, and leaves, two bound women behind her, trying to keep up with her pace, almost dragged if they fall down.... leaving Kanti alone, all the warm food gone, but still even a cake there... Fiona and Sarah still unconscious, on the room... the luxurious room, large wardrobes in a closet to her left, full of mirrors... many pillows on the ground, where Fiona lays, a large silky bed where Sarah lays, and walls filled with lewd decoration....
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| − | <b>Kanti:</b> <i>She trusts me ... ? she trusts me!</i>
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| − | "Good bye, Mistress." she says softly, shivering slightly as the Vestal leaves her there, looking about the room for a few moments, noticing how much bigger it seems without the Vestal there...
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| − | She stands, a little shakily, running her fingers down the length of silk she had been left with ... shudderig softly as she thought of its power.
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| − | First to help Sarah...
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| − | She walks slowly over to the bed, running her hands over all the scars, tracing them with her fingers.
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| − | <i>I...I did this...<br>I..I hurt her so so much...<br>For Her...</i>
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| − | She presses her hands to Sarah's stomach and concentrates, pushing her fire and warmth into her, energising her body, filling it with life, watching the scars start to sink into the skin.
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| − | "Wake sarah..please...wake up."
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| − | <b>Sarah O'Reilly:</b> Her purple eyes open up... slowly.... they open up....
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| − | her body moving, so soft on the scars, clear, short brown hair not dirtied by the blood anymore...
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| − | Her eyes open... a murmur out of her lips... and then, she sees Kanti.
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| − | Cringing. She cringes, almost yelping, moving away, curling on the other side of bed, looking at kanti with eyes full of fear and plead...
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| − | <b>Kanti:</b> <i>Scared ... scared of her...</i>
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| − | <i>That look...it hurt more than hurting her had done in the first place almost...</i>
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| − | "Shhh Sarah...please....please don't run from me......I only did it for you, so that she would love you again." She puts all her warmth and comfort into her words, wrapping sarah in the comforting warmth of a fireplace.
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| − | "Please come here, let me take away all the scars I gave you...I won't hurt you, not now."
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| − | <b>Sarah O'Reilly:</b> Pale blonde bangs fall over her face, as she tries hard to stop shaking... shivering, every hair of her body standing up at every word from Kanti... the same voice that hurt her. The same voice that told her... so much... at every cut, at every hurt.... she looks down... not going at farther, not coming any closer... embracing herself in cold and fear, as Kanti's words go through her... "Take... away...?" She begins to loosen herself... begins to trust... purple eyes glinting at mercy... pouty lips curling in a shadow of a smile, wanting to know if this will be true... looking at herself, at her scars... and shivering again.
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| − | Not going any farther, not coming any closer...
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| − | <b>Kanti:</b> She nods slowly, still looking pained at all the nervousness and hurt she created .... is creating even now...
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| − | "The Mistress said I could take them away...said I could make your skin almost as new again...If you'll let me." Her voice is filled with a comforting warmth, and a slight undertone of need...she needs Sarah to accept her again..
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| − | "Can come closer, and take them away?" she asks softly.
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| − | <b>Sarah O'Reilly:</b> She moves a few inches towards Kanti... shivering on the bed... but...
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| − | What choice do I have...?
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| − | If she can take it away...
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| − | My body... I have always done everything with my body....
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| − | She comes closer... closer... then she stops, ready to go away again, breathing heavily, afraid.... "Please... please.... please, take it away. Please, please... don't do that."
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| − | <b>Kanti:</b> Kanti closes the distance between them, and presses her hands to the girls stomach.
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| − | "This...might tingle a little, but it won't hurt, I promise."
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| − | Then she channels her essence into her hands, and through them, Sarah's body. She pushes up over her breasts, then draws them down her arms, encircling them, then down her legs, before finally sliding them up then underside of her legs, and up her back, ending up behind her head. And where they have passed, the broken skin fades and closes, leaving behind only angry red lines that will soon slip away to nothing.
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| − | "There."
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| − | <b>Sarah O'Reilly:</b> Every touch brings a shiver. Some, a gasp. Her breathing is heavily, waiting... waiting for the knife, waiting for the burning, waiting... waiting for the undescribable pain that never comes. And then, she sighs in relief... she sighs, holding back tears.... "T-thanks..."
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| − | She gulps, closing her eyes, mustering strength...
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| − | <i>I should be... stronger than this... I should be...</i>
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| − | <i>I grew up on the Boil, this shouldn't be so bad, it shouldn't...</i>
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| − | "Thank you. I...I... what you said... when you did it..."
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| − | <b>Kanti:</b> Kanti kisses her forehead, keeping herself above the girl.
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| − | "It was so the Mistress could love you again ... and she does ... so it's all okay now." she gently strokes her hair.
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| − | "You did very well ... I'm sorry ... It was me who had to hurt you ... but, I did it for Her, and for you..."
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| − | <b>Sarah O'Reilly:</b> Breathing heavy still, shivering, fear waning... more and more, getting in control or soothed by Kanti's words....
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| − | "Mistress..." She looks down, "I... I.... I just couldn't...."
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| − | "People... came to me for warmth... for passion... I could give both, I tried giving both to mistress... to survive... but that wasn't what she wanted... I just couldn't..."
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| − | Her voice wavers, on the verge of tears at some moments, "And then.. I then I... I sa..."
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| − | <i>Don't think of it. Don't think about what you said. That is wrong. That is evil.</i>
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| − | <i>Shouldn' think of him, shouldn't think of them... forget... forget... please, please forget...</i>
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| − | <b>Kanti:</b> Kanti wraps her arms around Sarah, holding her close.
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| − | "Shhh. shhhh. It's okay. Mistress loves you , she wants you, she'll help you, she'll protect you." She gently strokes the girl, now free of scars on her body, trying to ease some of the scars on her mind.She kisses her cheek.
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| − | <b>Sarah O'Reilly:</b> "I just don't know what to do... not like I have always done... she is nothing like it."
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| − | "She is..."
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| − | She warms some, not shivering anymore, letting Kanti hold her... holding Kanti back, like one of her friends, like Moon, like those of her customers who came to her for warmth, for someone to talk to..... and inhales deeply before continuing... "... She frightens me, a little. I want to please her, but..."
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| − | <b>Kanti:</b> "But it's hard sometimes, isn't it?" she breathes softly, still stroking her.
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| − | "But Mistress knows this, she knows if you try ... and if you try, she understands if you don't always manage it ... as long as you try." she kisses her very softly and gently "You will try for her, won't you?"
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| − | <b>Sarah O'Reilly:</b> Sarah kisses her back... the skill of countless nights, of countless lovers... making sure Kanti enjoys it to the fullest, while enjoying so much herself. Hurt herself, now. Broken herself, now. Now, she is the one seeking warmth, acceptance, passion... wanting... clinging to Kanti, letting Kanti lead the kiss, being as responsive as she can, with all her skill....
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| − | "Yes... I will try. I will do it. I will make her love me. I don't.. I don't ever want to be hurt again. I will make her love me... like I love her."
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| − | <i>I... love her?<br>I love her?<br>I hate her?</i>
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| − | It comes flooding back in. All the whispers. All the suggestions. All the codes. Making her say she loves, so many times, until it is right. White lie, Black lie, in the end a truth... so many times, until...
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| − | <i>I love her...<br>Even if it hurts.<br>I love her with all my heart. I have to, I have to.</i>
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| − | She presses against Kanti, she kisses Kanti back... slowly, gently, tenderly... wanting warmth, wanting to know all will be right.... that she is warmed and protected. With all her skill.
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| − | <b>Kanti:</b> Kanti is taken back a little by the skill in the kiss, though it is a pleasant suprise.
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| − | "If you love her, and you do, then she will love you." Kanti speaks happily.
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| − | <i>That was right, right?</i>
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| − | <i>Yes, yes it was.</i>
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| − | <i>If you love Her, She will love you.</i>
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| − | She responds to the kiss with more heat, letting sarah know her efforts are accepted, appreciated, wanted, as she is.
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| − | <b>Sarah O'Reilly:</b> The kiss breaks, and Sarah simply falls on Kanti's shoulder, eyes closing... "... Thank you."
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| − | She tries nto to think of anything; Just enjoy the moment of warmth she is given... "...Thank you for helping me."
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| − | <i>If Mistress asked... and I knew this would happen afterwards... I would do the same... wouldn't I?</i>
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| − | <b>Kanti:</b> "Of course ... It's okay, I'm glad I could help..."
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| − | <i>I just wish it hadn't hurt so much to do so...</i>
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| − | She strokes her tenderly as she lies there, feeling her own calm. Gently, she slides the silk of the Bond over her skin, and wills her to a deeper, loving calm.
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| − | <i>Sleep now, and be healed, and wake up loving Her.</i>
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| − | <i>It ... doesn't hurt that you can sleep and I ... cannot.</i>
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| − | <b>Sarah O'Reilly:</b> Smiling, she closes her eyes, murmuring another thanks... calm.... falling on the bed, feeling warm, her body on its way to healing... smiling. Loved on her mistress' home, on her mistress' arms... wondering if it would be alright... to at least love Kanti as well.
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| − | <b>Kanti:</b> Kanti holds her until she is properly asleep, then slowly pulling away from her, watching her lying there, sleeping.
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| − | <i>I hope Mistress will be pleased ... I brought her joy like she said ...</i>
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| − | <i>And Sarah feels better</i>
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| − | <i>And so, it was all right, wasn't it?</i>
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| − | <i>She sighs happily, then thinks about Fiona .. Fiona!</i>
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| − | She slips off the bed, and hurries over to the girl, willing her essence into the bonds that hold her, slipping them off her.
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| − | <b>Fiona:</b> As it pours in him... she gasps. Writhing, she holds herself... gasping again, Hazel eyes opening, warm amber hair all messy on the pillows, bringing a hand to her face, feeling the sweat now cold in it... remembering.... her eyes going to Kanti, an expression of happyness on her face... "Kanti...?"
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| − | <b>Kanti:</b> Kanti returns the smile "Yes." she strokes the hair away from her face, gently carressing her. She kisses her softly, and tastes the Mistress, and kisses her a little more, before breaking it.
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| − | "Do you remember what the Mistress said, before she gave you bliss?"
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| − | <b>Fiona:</b> "Yes... I... I think so."
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| − | Happy face, full of a... glow, looks at Kanti... looks up at Kanti, like Kanti herself was a goddess.... as much as the Vestal...
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| − | A face full of happiness and epiphany. "She... she loves me... you... you love me..."
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| − | She goes to Kanti, taking the crimson dragoness' face with both hands, and kissing... a passionate, eager kiss, breaking it as if she wanted to devour Kanti's mouth.... "Better? Am I better? Think I can please her now?" Her eyes are open... open to it... wanting more... different from Sarah.
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| − | She doesn't want less hurt, anymore. Not like before.
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| − | She wants more pleasure. She wants her mistress close to her.
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| − | <b>Kanti:</b> Kanti lets her kiss, surrendering even to her briefly,letting her kiss as she will ... before she remembers Mistress left her in charge, gently pushing her away.
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| − | "You will please her if you love her. Do you love her, Fiona? Do you love her?"
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| − | <i>What would Mistress do now?</i>
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| − | <i>Mistress would..</i>
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| − | Her hand slips down to between the girls legs, gently rubbing.
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| − | <b>Fiona:</b> Fiona squeals in delight, stoping her advances, understanding... the order.
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| − | Kanti is the mistress now. She is taking care of me. She is the one to control.
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| − | Squealing in delgight, eyes closed, clad in simple veils, golden chains, and the purple bonds, she says, "I love her.... yes! I love her, Kanti... I love her... more than anything.... I love you, too... but not more than her... all that was before... I can forget, for her. All... all..."
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| − | <i>Not Alex, not Cedric, not Millia or Adrianna... my duty is over, and they are... they can't...</i>
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| − | Kanti: "Good. That is good Fiona." She moves her hand more, rewarding her. She continues on, both voice and hand.
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| − | "That is all that is important, that you love her."
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| − | <i>I .... don't want to forget...</i>
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| − | <i>But ... that would make it easier ... let me love her more.... and so I should....</i>
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| − | <i>But....</i>
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| − | She keeps her turmoil off her face, and continues to give Fiona pleasure, since she was good, and deserved it, and that would please Her.
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| − | <b>Fiona:</b> "I do... I do... I do...." Voice hot, wet, warm.... eyes slitted looking at Kanti... with need...
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| − | "Does... she... love me? She does... the pleasure... she has to... you.... love me, Kanti?"
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| − | "You gave me... so much..." And she squeals in a climax, tears running down from her eyes in a thousand of broken, shattered emotions...
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| − | <b>Kanti:</b> "She loves you. And I love you."
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| − | <i>Not as much as I love her ... but...you understand that, don't you?</i>
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| − | She smiles at Fiona as she reaches her climax, gently holding her and dabbing the tears away.
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| − | "Of course I did, I did what she asked."
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| − | <i>And this was all that mattered.<br>All that mattered...yes<br>...what was missing?...<br>...what...was...missing...<br>...nothing<br></i>
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| − | <b>Fiona:</b> "I... love you... too..." Voice breathy, tears trickling, sobbing slowly... She looks past Kanti, then, at the sweets and fruits and drinks on the plate... looking up at Kanti after some time, the ffect of her own age and the golden chain on her arm making her so submissive... extremely so... almost like a lost little pet. "May I... have some, mistress?"
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| − | <i>If you didn't want me to pleasure you.... please, don't expect me... please, mistress, make it so I understood it right, make it so she really wants me to just be here... please, please....</i>
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| − | <i>No... I hsould have probably waited... she... loves me, she wouldn't let me starve...</i>
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| − | <i>I should have waited, no, no....</i>
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| − | Despite her best pleading face, Fiona cringes then...
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| − | <b>Kanti:</b> <i>....mistress? I...thats not right...</i>
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| − | Kanti gently strokes her face "...I'm not mistress .... that is only Her...and Maera...just because she told me to look after you..."
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| − | She smiles to show that it didn't really bother her <i>even though it did</i>
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| − | "Of course you can." She reaches back and over her shoulder, and sets the small plate of fruits and drinks down on the floor next to them.
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| − | <b>Fiona:</b> "Al... right... Kanti."
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| − | <i>But you have the bonds... and you don't let me please you... not do anything, unless you want me to... she said you were a favorite... you...</i>
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| − | Her pleading look continues, looking Kanti up and down in submissive lust.... "Is there... anything you want me to do before it, mis.. Kanti? Anything at all? I... can..."
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| − | She says, knelt down, cheeks still flushed from the pleasure...
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| − | <b>Kanti</b>:<i> ...What does she want from me?</i>
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| − | <i>Before...she was reluctant..and now...</i>
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| − | She doesn't let any of her doubt reach her face, keeping it under control, continuing to stroke her face softly.
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| − | "No Fiona, If you want to eat ... then eat. I'm just here to look after you, for her."
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| − | <i>..and..stop that look. It...no-one should look at me like that...</i>
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| − | <b>Fiona:</b> "Thank you. Thank you." She begins to rehearse a movement as if going to kiss Kanti... but stops... you do not kiss a mistress, you do not caress her... she will tell you when she wants such. It is you to be touched and caressed whenever she wants... "And thank her for having you look after me... I love you, Kanti."
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| − | She says as she gets up... how can she still look so innocent? So cute?
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| − | She walks to the food plate, kneeling on the pillows near it, the comfortable chair of the Vestal vacant... filling the room with its emptyness.
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| − | Kraken: Kanti notices the motion ... and the halting ...and gently draws her into the kiss she obviously wants, letting her kiss until she senses a reluctance then letting her go.
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| − | <i>There. ...That was what she wanted...wasn't it?</i>
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| − | <i>please?</i>
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| − | "I will. I'll thank her for you. Now, go, eat." she says, watching her go, wondering at how innocent she looks....
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| − | <i>And still the Vestal hurt her..for...<br>her own good?<br>yes...yes?<br></i>
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| − | <b>Fiona:</b> Fiona kisses back, intending to please rather than seek her own pleasure, simply giving... giving....
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| − | She eats during a long while, trying... just a bit... clumsly so... to make it a show for Kanti. How she eats, how her body is placed on her kneeling...
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| − | Enjoy your beautiful ornament.<br>
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| − | Want me, love me.<br>
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| − | Don't hurt me anymore.<br>
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| − | Please me. Give me more. Make me forget.<br>
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| − | And after some time, she stretches, walking up to the window... golden chains dangling from her arms, purple bounds around her sensitve areas, darkened by them... "Do you... need anything else?" She asks Kanti.
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| − | Kraken: Kanti watches her as she eats, smiling faintly at her efforts.
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| − | <i>Do I ...need anything?</i>
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| − | <i>I ..dont need anything but...</i>
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| − | <i>You. You do...</i>
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| − | "I ... want to please you." moving over to behind her, pleaseing her with the bonds, letting her please in return, finally leaving her to sleep on the bed with Sarah, a final kiss for both of them.
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| − | <i>I hope they'll be laright.<br>I hope Mistress will be pleased.<br>...Mistress!</i>
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| − | She carefully arranges her robes on her body, and the bonds she wraps around her arms, then she sets out to find the Vestal.
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