(Scars do not appear to be cause of death –shock ... - Bad Request

'The Brothel of Slaking Intellectual Lusts,' the sign said.
I gave him a flat look, "Did you even read the entire sign?"
"Do I have to?"
"Point taken."
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A cool, perfumed breeze trickled over us the moment I opened the door.
Lavender, perhaps, with a hint of exotic sweetness that melted the tension
from my body. Flowers stood at either side of the second arch, bursts of
color in ripe fullness. Though the portal had a distinct feminine touch with
its delicate arabesques, the firm curved couches seemed austere in
comparison. Each element contrasted the next, accentuating both, and as I
entered my eyes were drawn along the transitioning decor.
And then they landed on her.
She was a stunning golden-haired woman, dressed in an azure and violet
dress. The cloth was prim, proper, speckled with silver-gray stars. It hid
curves that left plenty to the imagination, though it didn't take much to fill in
the blanks. While her skin was a fair shade of peach, nothing about her
could be considered plain. Those features were flawless, and I was instantly
drawn to her azure eyes. So much so that I almost missed the two long,
elegant wings draped across her shoulders. She was surveying the room
with a slight smile... and she was easily the most beautiful woman I have
ever seen.
Morte's jaw dropped, until it fell off entirely and clattered on the floor.
The sound drew her notice immediately and she turned to look at us, a
confident smile on her lips greeting us as if we were old friends.
My guttural voice cracked a bit when I spoke to her, "Gre- ahem...
greetings."
The woman turned as I addressed her. She took my measure, then nodded
slightly... "Well met, traveler." She reached up to brush back a stray lock of
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