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There was work to do. The simple long black silk shift she wore caressed her soft curves and spilled open on the left of her lithe body to reveal long shapely leg as she walked back into her ritual space-barefoot. The electric kettle plugged into an electrical socket whistled like a furious train on a forgotten track. There was no fire burning under a blackened cauldron in the middle of a forest somewhere, no incense and slow flute music playing under a canopy of trees and a fat moon. Nothing. Only boiling water and a small bowl. Oh, mais oui, the Tremere have their elaborate rituals, but Catherine was practical in such matters first.
( The ties that bind us, strangle us. )
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There was work to do. The simple long black silk shift she wore caressed her soft curves and spilled open on the left of her lithe body to reveal long shapely leg as she walked back into her ritual space-barefoot. The electric kettle plugged into an electrical socket whistled like a furious train on a forgotten track. There was no fire burning under a blackened cauldron in the middle of a forest somewhere, no incense and slow flute music playing under a canopy of trees and a fat moon. Nothing. Only boiling water and a small bowl. Oh, mais oui, the Tremere have their elaborate rituals, but Catherine was practical in such matters first.
( The ties that bind us, strangle us. )