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Myzon listened to Avine, his passionate mistress, fascinated more than reason by her beauty, her humanity and her great sincerity, so rare nowadays especially when it came to feelings. She was afraid, but that didn't stop her from confessing to him the bottom of her thoughts, and revealing to him, what was the hardest, her feelings. Her love for him. He felt her trembling, suffering deep inside herself, but accepted the consequences of her actions. She accepted them as she had to.

- You're beautiful. he said, caressing her thin arms and round hips. In fact, you're even more than that.

He bowed his head and asked.

- But before I go any further, I have to ask you. You Avine, do you want us to stop there?

- And you, she asked in a weak and shy voice.

- No, he answered simply but with a clear look, comparable to a summer day and yet as if riddled with stars, a look so authentic, and in which she let herself be lost. Then answer.

- Of course not, and you know it.