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The ballad you commissioned from the minstrel had just finished, and Thalia rejoined you with a magnetic expression.
Surely pleased with the grand embellishments of her feats, she grabbed up at your gorget, demanding, "You! Tell me again I'm tougher than I look <3"
"These poor boys have been pent up in your shorts all day long, saving up a buncha cum for me...
C'mon, lemme just..."