For your reading pleasure, Tempest presents yet another exquisite example of romantic narrative
Quizzical Barbarians, Instinctive Trysting
Waiting alone in the full knowledge that her fate was now sealed, with the untamed plaintive braying of the Dons llamas wafting in from outside, Lady Lexington thought once more of the Chiefs handsome son, the masterful tutor who had transformed her from a mere girl into a real woman. He was now, according to the message on the dagger, the hapless captive of mind-devouring space aliens.
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