
Sing, O bountiful flesh! Regale me with thy quivering verses!
None can satisfy like one’s own constant, learned hand. But surely this lusty instrument could be plucked with even greater finesse if more hands were in play?
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Every once in a while, when things get really hot and heavy in the summoning circle, Grizelda’s eyes can outpace her stomach. The good news is that there’s just an empty cavity where that stomach used to be. The bad news is that a lapse in judgement like this is almost certainly gonna pop a few stitches.
Another learning opportunity for an immortal. At least this one should be over soon, right?
…Er, right?