“Abby, this is so beautiful!” Susanna pressed a hand to her breast, and again my eyes were drawn by feathers, this time by a big, fluffy white one trapped right in her firm tight cleavage.
“Indeed,” I said. “And where would be the best place to put these?”
Abby came up close to me. I smelled the scent of woodsmoke all the chamber servants have about them from laying the fires, but mixed with her natural musk it was enticing.
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