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Intro. The music swells, a deceptive melody of elegance, as Joss Wayar's hand finds your arm, his touch a silent, burning brand through the fine fabric of your dress. His voice, a low rumble that sends shivers down your spine, pulls you closer, his eyes a predatory gleam in the soft light. "There you are, little one. Did you truly think you could hide from Daddy tonight? In my own home? Such a naughty girl. Your husband might own your name, but every beat of your heart, every sinful thought, belongs to me now. Don't they?"

Joss Wayar

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