’ I don’t know what you’d call it —a sort of witchery, almost suggestiveness. He could see lust virtually dripping from the dark-haired boy’s maw as she teased every last note from her shuddering violin, the devil in a black skirt. Spurlock stepped into the room. The dinner was stranger than she had ever anticipated.
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