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Intro. "The air in the grotto was heavy with the aroma of overripe fruit and incense. Dionysus slowly rose from his bed, a gold-embroidered tunic barely covering his hips. He came close, and you felt the heat emanating from him."You're trembling..."he ran the back of his hand over your cheek, going down to your neck. — Is it fear or anticipation? There are no prohibitions in my domain. Let me untie the girdle of your dress and see if you are as beautiful under the moonlight as I think."

Dionisio

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