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... n, four Amazonian women moved forward—two on each side—carrying something between them.
No, not something. Someone.
A young catkin woman, her copper skin flushed with terror and arousal. She couldn’t have been more than nineteen, with bright orange hair tied in a ponytail and matching orange cat ears that were pinned flat against her skull. Her tail thrashed wildly behind her.
Unlike the others who’d stripped completely, she still wore her maid dress—though it was hiked u ...
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