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“Very well, Lord Maccon. If we are going to play this particular hand, would you be interested in becoming my…” Miss Tarabotti scrabbled for the right word. What does one properly call a male lover? She shrugged and grinned. “Mistress?” “What did you say?” roared Lord Maccon, outraged.
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