It would help slow the blood loss. He wasn't far away, or doing anything odd. I'd used Nathaniel like he was some kind of sex toy, something to bring me pleasure and be cleaned up and put back in a drawer. I mean, what else do you use little round stages for? The room was mostly blues and purples, and maybe other colors.
Though with Jean-Claude in charge it was just flashes of memory; mostly sensual, nothing too serious. Don't be grumpy at me, he said, I wasn't the one who pulled you into my lap. He licked along my neck, and it made me writhe, but I shook my head, just a little, turning my head so I could see the side of his face. Jean-Claude would like to speak to you directly.
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