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The stone floor is cold. A trail of water drips slowly down the far wall. The light is dim, a few grumpily smoldering coals in a brazier above.
Her left hand aches abruptly, a pulse like all her joints ossifying at once before the sensation fades again. This is accompanied by a dull flash of green light. She's kneeling, hands locked shoulder-width apart by a metal bar clasped tightly around her wrists.
Sounds of footsteps in the corridor beyond say she may have visitors soon.
"Okay, I'll admit to the others, but I don't have a crush on General Armstrong."
Blush!!! But: "That's because she should..." Bellona grumbles. "And that's not a real crush. Olivier's - dangerous? Which is neat. But she's not smart or funny or sweet like Eliana."
"So you just want her for her body," El nods. "But this new one's the complete package."
"Just looking out for my big sis - gotta make sure you get a good girlfriend."
"Don't worry, I'm angling for a spot in Ling's imperial harem as a backup option."
Giggle. "Eliana's just about as smart and funny and sweet as you are, so I think she's pretty worthy of you."
"And so maybe you'll get a chance to test for yourself how good a kisser she is."
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