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Rönnaug suppressed a sigh. When she'd accepted the vengeance demon gig she hadn't expected it to involve this much whining. No wonder that Anyanka chick had quit.
A drunken sob tore the newest patron demon of scorned women out of her reverie. Her client seemed to have gotten herself mostly under control again.
"Ya know," Katrina slurred, "shouldn't be surprised Warren built himself a fuck-bot. What real woman wants to touch that creep?" She seemed confused for a moment. She shook her head and gestured sharply with her glass, adding some whis...
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