Their soft, voluptuous bodies wove among each other to the faint notes of a lyre. "I am, Charcoal. ” They heard a man’s voice outside. His reputation was slightly tainted by his marriage to her mother, an exotic blue-eyed raven-haired beauty, a Gypsy doll with a clandestine heritage. She would become defensive—what she did would be the thing that mattered. Briefly, with a careless wave towards the couple, the comtesse presented them as Monsieur and Madame Valade.
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