“We’re here for the baths, not your breeding kink,” said Mordaunt. “That man was remarkably well-endowed,” said Aurienne. “They call him the Clydesdale. Since he’s so fascinated you, you can go have a play with him, but only after we’ve done the healing. Business first.” “Thank you, but no,” said Aurienne. “No?” “Two words for you: bruised cervix.”
