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[priorly]

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

[vorrutyer]

Oh, it seems to me to be a way to control the young people in any civilization. Make it clear they have no future if they're polluted. And who determines whether you're clean or polluted? The elders. Keeps all the children in line.

But saplings are a disappointment. One always desires robust wood.

[priorly]

By telling them unicorns won't choose to be seen with them? It seems a weak threat, in comparison.

And of course, but only higher up.

[vorrutyer]

Well, and the unicorn spears the unworthy ones through the heart. Don't forget that part.

But oh, so you like a firm...abdomen, do you?

[priorly]

Disagreeable creatures, they deserved extinction.

Who doesn't appreciate solid slabs paving the pathway downward. Though I'm not such an aesthete I can't appreciate a little padding, too.

[vorrutyer]

Ah, so when I inevitably get fat from wine, you'll still appreciate me?

[priorly]

You? When did this conversation suddenly move to you?

[vorrutyer]

I'm always thinking about myself.

[priorly]

Mm well, someone has to.

I'll come for your little excursion. Do we bring a picnic?

[vorrutyer]

Oh, yes. Or at least a book. Something where you can just sit, and wait, and watch.

[priorly]

You do recall I'm half blind, of course. Why doesn't your other friend take the reading bench?

[vorrutyer]

Because the fellow has a rather invaluable cover - he's actually a Royal Guard.

[priorly]

...I take your point. Then what's his name? I don't often babysit for strangers.