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“I feel like such a failure right now,” Deloris groaned. “That spell was airtight.”
“This is Sylver, Alpha.” The high priestess spoke up with an amused look. “He’s just as innocent as he is powerful.” She shrugged. “See how an uncorrupted mind would see something different from a corrupted one?” She asked.
“Oh I think I know what you mean,” Troy quipped. “It’s like those cleverly designed artworks. Remember that painting we once saw of a woman going down on a man?” he asked his mate.
“Yeah, those artists are just mischievous motherfuckers,” Philip chuckled. “After a closer look, we realize it was actually just a man reading a book?”
“Well, a child would have only seen a man reading a book at a first glance because they have a pure mind,” Troy explained. “But a grownup…like Stan, would probably see Karma Sutra volume fifty-three.”
“Please tell Troy I’m flipping him off right now,” Stan told his laughing mate.