“I have a proposition. A challenge, if you will,” Zevran said in an undertone.
Missa carefully put down her bowl of soup and fixed him a look. “Most of your challenges end up with me with no clothes on. Shall I just get to the point now and strip, or are you aiming for something completely different?”
Gosh, I wonder where this is going...
*headdesk*





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