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Kamistella examined the picture carefully. What a style, what details!
“Not bad, not bad. It’s a pity that in reality, she would have died from such an onslaught,” the Lunar said, making a sour face. “There is some truth in your words... I just feel sorry for her. We haven’t known each other for long, but she inspires genuine admiration in me. I wouldn’t want the star to fade... in such a strange way. And you have good taste, Mr. Phainéant. But I know better books. For example, ‘The Art of Love’ by some Howard.”
Unfortunately, Druzh’s revenge did not involve spreading erotic literature. Alas.
“Not bad, not bad. It’s a pity that in reality, she would have died from such an onslaught,” the Lunar said, making a sour face. “There is some truth in your words... I just feel sorry for her. We haven’t known each other for long, but she inspires genuine admiration in me. I wouldn’t want the star to fade... in such a strange way. And you have good taste, Mr. Phainéant. But I know better books. For example, ‘The Art of Love’ by some Howard.”
Unfortunately, Druzh’s revenge did not involve spreading erotic literature. Alas.