“There is nothing succulent about these women,” the conqueror lamented as he surveyed his scowling, battle-scarred captives. “Nothing soft.”
His native guide offered an incredulous stare before mastering himself. “Just because you can’t see it doesn’t mean it’s not there, sir.”
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