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"What, you're not interested in the tourist spiel?" Kaarlu smiled at her, letting his grey eyes linger on her chest. The pale rose material of her dress made the black spiders woven into it obvious and menacing; the combination made her dark skin glow. Author's Notes
"If it pleases you to play tour guide, I can play fascinated tourist." She walked over to him and ran a fingernail down his slightly sweaty tanned chest where his yellow shirt lay open to let the hot breeze through, pushing just hard enough to make him close his eyes and draw in a sharp breath. He had very nice features, and obviously kept active.
Without opening his eyes, he slowly smiled. "Ahhhh."
This was written for the July 2014 Muse Fusion, to the prompt Flowers and Monsters. I started with the image of a fancy mural, and let the story unfold from there.
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