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[priorly]

[Greetings, Prophet. The Great Work Begins.]
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[priorly]

Spit it out before the next appointment arrives and you're called back to spit on something else.

[vorrutyer]

How would you like to play spy?

[priorly]

Go on.

[vorrutyer]

I and another fellow - we're looking into the Royal Guard. Institutions, you know - they're so corrupt at times. Don't you think?

[priorly]

Do you think? I'm shocked, you've always seemed such a fan.

The guard let us in, new arrivals with no checks and balances I've ever seen. Whatever you're looking for, it would have to be kept somewhere over their heads.

What are you looking for?

[vorrutyer]

It's an exploratory mission. I don't love going in blind, but it's all we have at this point.

[priorly]

And what were you hoping I'd explore?

[vorrutyer]

I wasn't going to ask for anything as grand as exploring. Simply keeping watch.

[priorly]

Dangerous indeed.

And the other fellow's work will be?

[vorrutyer]

Snooping as well. If he is to be trusted, that is.

[priorly]

My, the intrigue grows ever deeper.

But you trust me.

[vorrutyer]

[ He 95% trusts him. ]

Should I not? Are you plotting treachery?

[priorly]

I can't think how that question's a useful one.

[vorrutyer]

With you as straightforward as you are? It's quite useful.

[priorly]

Then yes, I am. Right now, with a very treacherous man.

[vorrutyer]

Ooh, really? What does he look like? What are his shoulders like?

[priorly]

Narrower than you'd expect, though what that says for all of him I couldn't say.

[vorrutyer]

And what about his thighs? I do love a lovely pair of thighs.

[priorly]

Alas, I can't say that I pay attention if they're not spread expressly for me.

[vorrutyer]

Expressly for you? What about in pornography?

[priorly]

You imagine I watch such a thing?

[vorrutyer]

No, no, of course not. An innocent maid like you would never.

[priorly]

Well damn, I hoped you liked to imagine me regularly.

[vorrutyer]

Yes, but braiding flower-crowns and frolicking with fawns like the virgin you are. Stroking unicorns. Right up and down the horn until the beast shudders and releases a burst of pure-white magic.

[priorly]

I would never molest a unicorn so. The whole predilection for the young and unsullied is either prudish or perverted and I suspect they may be the Humbert Humberts of the fantastical family.

Anyway, his thighs are fine. Not tree trunks, but saplings are more flexible.