Sitting there expectantly, Miss Sable lovingly caresses her fox fur muff. The candlelight flickers in her eyes, and you feel a chill run through you. You wouldn't shiver if you were in these soft, thick furs of mine. She stands up and gently runs her hand through her fox fur collar Don't you want me to wrap my furs around you? she hungrily smiles and holds her arms toward you Come here... You want to run, but your foot takes a step forward
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