Shory pushed back. "No." The word didn't seem to have a meaning in Silver Forest, did it. Why did he even cling to it? "No."
Belai didn't even need to take a step closer to replace his hand on Shory's jaw. Now his palm had a bit more of Shory's cheek under it. "I said I didn't believe most of the stories. There's one I don't think you can just dispel with denials, though. I'm sorry."
Sorry? "If you're sorry, don't do this. Belai--" Shory pushed back further, tried to stand, managed it, even as Belai moved with him. "Belai, let me go."
"They say," Belai said as if Shory hadn't even spoken, "that the body of an Abasaril slave is aphrodisiac all in itself. That just seeing it brings desire, touching it breaks all control on that desire."
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