[ The sound of the celebration is quickly fading away as they meander away from the Tribune courtyard and through the gardens lining the path back to the front gate. Howl is completely absorbed in his new companion, his eyes passing from her golden eyes, to her plush lips, to her extraordinary cleavage; he squeezes her side as she juts her hip into her hand and thinks about what the rest of her is going to feel like in his palms.
This had all gone so well up to this point, hadn't it? ]
My name is Howl. Wizard Howl. But you can call me whatever you like, Madame Akua.
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This had all gone so well up to this point, hadn't it? ]
My name is Howl. Wizard Howl. But you can call me whatever you like, Madame Akua.