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

fondling their private things!"
I sat up, shaking off the strain and cracking my wrist, "Oh, but it's all right for
you, you wooden pervert?"
"I'm not doing anything so criminal and malicious as you are! I am merely
soaking in sensations necessary to my growth as an individual."
Luis' quiet griping was at my back when we left, pulling undergarments that
had become tangled in our apparel. I unhooked a brassiere that had been
caught in a spur of my bone sash, Dak'kon pulled out a frilly pair of panties
that had been caught in a chink in his armor.
It was then that I looked up and noticed the small crowd of patrons and
prostitutes staring at us covered in an array of undergarments. Morte
paused in the middle of tugging a thong from my belt with his teeth.
"Uh... carry on."
~~~~~
Vivian greeted me with a polite half-smile. "Had you any luck in finding my
scent, perchance?"
"Yes... I found it in this red veil..."
Vivian's eyes lit up. "Oh, how simply wonderful!" She took the veil from my
hands, muttered a few words over it, and returned it to me. She shook out
her crimson hair and, in moments, we were surrounded by the most
intensely exotic and arousing scent I had ever had the pleasure of smelling.
I swooned, "That smells... great..."
"It does, does it not?" She smiled at me. "And as you have done a favor for
me, so I wish to perform one for you. Stand close to me, scarred one..."
I stepped closer to Vivian. She took my hand and, turning it over, took a
single cautious sniff of my wrist. "Phew!" She wrinkled her nose. "Vinegar!
Or... embalming fluid? Here, I will remove this smell from you..." She
muttered a few strange syllables, and a light tingling sensation spread over
my skin. In moments, the chemical reek lessened substantially. "There - how
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