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Aphrodite
��Sit on my lap,�� Ares says smoothly, eyes wandering over my bathrobe-- the only article of clothing he��ll allow me to wear. Although I��m normally in either his shirt or some elaborate fetish lingerie. The only reason I��m permitted a robe is because we��re in the dining room, where a servant could enter any moment and see me.
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