[Well, at least she doesn't feel terrible over it, that assuages Fenris' guilt a fair bit. Those sorrowful puppydog eyes ease up, only to be replaced in the next instant by the most disgusted expression. He knows, in theory, that Zevlor must have some knowledge of sex, by virtue of being in a committed relationship and also running a goddamn whorehouse.
But it's one thing to know that in theory; it's quite another to hear his adopted father say something so crass as slut.]
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But it's one thing to know that in theory; it's quite another to hear his adopted father say something so crass as slut.]
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