Pallmonga waited patiently for Lady Terlingua to decide her next move. She was smitten with the dashing Lord Pharangella, but she was not sure if it was time for her to expose her bosom to her prospective lover. Her faithful servant, attendant and sexless, knew that she would make up her
mind soon, and then he would have to approach the nobleman with a potpourri d'amour signalling that his lady wished to appear waist-up nude to him at midnight in an appointed location.
Pallmonga had done this service many times. And this one would not fail to thrill him as did all the others.
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