Closed Coiling Desires

[Kalesserimamoru]

Timestamp: 26th of Winter 513 AV


Mamoru stood in front of a building that was perched off to the side of Dry Island Plaza at the edge of the island. The place was called 'The Den', and everyone in the city knew what the place was used for. It was a pleasure house, a place where Dynasty, and freeborn alike could enter and enjoy one of the more primal and basic of needs. Judging by the theme of the place it reminded him of 'The Red Room, and 'The Scenery' back in the nest. The kind of places that offered massages amongst other services.

However, the trickster wasn't here for pleasure. The Magistrate Lorenzo had warned him about a particular freeborn who had been trying to make a name for himself by kissing up the the Askaras. The Magistrate wanted an eye kept on this man and to make sure that he wasn't starting trouble where none should be. Mamoru had been pointed in to this place as one he was known to visit. He decided to go as himself, keeping attention drawn from him and making it easier to watch others. He wasn't to take any actions unless it was needed, and his job for the moment was just to see what the man was up to.

Mamoru could watch him anywhere at mostly any time, but the suggestion had been made that something of interest might be happening in this very place. The Dhani stood outside the building in the trickling rain, his long dark, midnight robes draped across his frame, and hair that was equally dark hung down and rested upon his shoulders. Yellow-green eyes looked over the door and the structure itself. It didn't appear as much but on the inside there was said to be all the rage.

This was about work, but the Dhani was interested to see what the place was like. His little pet didn't seem to enthusiastic about coming there, but she hadn't shown much for anything yet. Still he knew he would fit in better if he had someone with him who wouldn't get suspicious at his actions. He was there to observe another not for play time. "This is the place I take it?" he asked without looking at her. "I was expecting a bit...more."

He stepped up and opened the door which slide out rather well and without a sound. "Let's go inside and...explore." he said as he ushered her through the door. He hadn't explained what they were doing there just yet, but he would tell her when the time came. Mamoru protected his secrets well and only told few people when he saw it beneficial to do so.

They stepped inside, and he first looked around at the place, noting how different the feeling was than what he saw from the outside. It was a hidden treasure sort of place. He moved on and located the ebony desk where he found the Mistress waiting. He thought over his next move first before asking for anything. He wasn't sure what the freeborn he was there to watch preferred to do, but he imagined that many people used the baths. "I'll like a bath for two please...we'll handle it ourselves."

[Shayna]

Butterflies flitted in Shayna's stomach, not because of the Den but because of the unknown. Her black locks are combed but left to hang, her curls untamed but neat enough. Her body was encased once again in the clothing he had purchased for her, the tight breeches that hugged her legs, the unbleached tunic-style blouse that flowed in the back but was gathered beneath her breast to outline but not expose. She was more comfortable by now in the clothing, but that did not help the qualms about what her owner was taking her here for.

Yet, she had not been idle these past few days with her master. She was slowly learning more about him, and the one thing she knew for certain was he was a man of secrets. Which was not a bad thing, though it does make life as a slave just a little more difficult when trying to prepare oneself for what might be required. He was not a harsh master, he asked questions on Kenash, on its Dynasties, he seemed to require more information then anything else for the moment from her. As his slave she was more then happy to give it, keeping no secrets that he asked for.

Yet now they were entering the Den, and she was once again wondering what exactly would be her duties in here. She kept her head held high, remembering his cautioning about a slave only putting in half the effort by thinking she was not good enough. The women that were in attendance were clad in their small clothes and little else. Long of limb, usually blond of hair though there were a few red heads and brunettes that passed by with one patron or another. None had marks on their backs, none had freckles on their faces, and all bore slave tattoos rather then brands to not mar their beauty.

"One for a bath, self service?" The almost bubbly sounding voice pipped up from behind the desk, "Are you sure you wouldn't like the help of one of our girls? They are all quite lovely, your slave could have a seat while she waits?" Yet perhaps something in her owners eyes caused Linn to change her track of thought, "Of course, just a self service bath then. The room right there will lead you to the room that you need. There is a cupboard with towels and robes. Please place your clothing and your shoes one of the baskets by the door to keep them safe."

The room was warm, slaves were present keeping the waters warm by tending to the fires that caused the waters in the pots to boil, being transferred to the tubs in between customers. Beside the entrance was a line of baskets designed to hold clothing, next to those were the cupboards that held the towels and robes hung from hooks.

"M'Lord?" Shayna questioned, quietly not out of shyness but simply because there was no need to broad cast their conversation across the room. "Would you like me to retrieve you a towel and robe?"

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[Kalesserimamoru]

The temperature inside was much more to his liking than what he felt before he entered. Kenash winter was cold, a lot colder than he liked, and he wondered how the other Dhani took to it so easily. He assumed that it must have been something that they became accustomed to over time unless they had been born there. If it were simply a matter of time then he knew that he could get used to it with patience and the constant warmth from his slave girl to ad him.

Mamoru had turned his attention to Shayna after he spoke, wanting to see the girl's expression after she heard him order a bath for them both. His gaze flashed back to the woman when she offered another girl, and he let her know that he wasn't interested. This was more about business than pleasure, and he was sure that was all her girl's knew. He was only there to watch the man and see what doings he was involved in. The services of a slave weren't required, he only needed a body close to his to appear to be doing something..

Shayna was perfect for this, and the only way she would end up nestled close to him is if he commanded it, or literally pulled her into his lap. Once she got the message, he paid his coin and headed through the door with Shayna beside him. This place reminded him of home as well, the steaming baths here were similar to the steaming hot springs of the nest. Mamoru allowed himself to smile and released a sigh as he looked around. It was much warmer here and he decided then that he would surely be back, even if he didn't bring his pet with him.

At her words, he nodded and waved his hand towards her. "Fetch yourself one as well. You're coming in with me." He removed his robes, leaving only his trunks on and placed them and his boots into one of the baskets. The Dhani stood proudly, confident in his body and saw no reason to hurry into another robe or the waters. "Be careful not to get your clothing wrinkled, you're not just any slave after all."

Mamoru stood beside the baths as he waited for her to return and looked on at the others and the slaves working to keep the steam baths fresh and warm. He had chosen the public bath to give himself a better chance at spotting the man that he came to find. He didn't see him there yet, but he would wait a while before he started to search for him else where. "Come Shayna, don't be shy." he smirked and licked his lips.

Reaching for her, Mamoru collected Shayna under one of his arms and leaned closer to whisper into her ear. "Be on the look out for a freeborn with dirty blonde hair and a scar on his chest. I'll explain more later."

[Shayna]

Shayna turned immediately toward the cupboard that held the towels, with the robes hanging near by with the intent of gathering the items for her master. She had initially believed that she would serve him in the capacity of a serving slave, bringing warm water when he needed to warm his bath, perhaps bringing scented oils if he were of the mind. Otherwise standing at attention, waiting for his needs to arise. However when he ordered her to bring some for herself, for the perhaps the first time since he purchased her did she hesitate. It was not a long hesitation, just a tick and no more before she smoothly went forward to gather two towels, and two robes. The hesitation was not for the idea of him seeing her body, her body was his to do with what he liked though she was not at all trained in those arts. No the hesitation was for what really shamed her, not the parts that made her decidedly female but the scars that lined her back from her one and only whipping.

She moved back toward the bins with the cloth that she had retrieved to settle gently on a bench that lined one wall near the baskets. Without meeting his eyes, she faced him rather then facing away for the express purpose of hiding the scarring as long as possible, she lifted the hem of her blouse and pulled it over her head, careful to keep the garment from turning inside out. Carefully, without seeming to even notice that her breasts were exposed to any eye in the room that wanted to look. It really didn't bother her too much, the lesson given to her as a young teen that her body was not her own was enough to rid her of any modesty. Other then the slave brand and the scars on her back there was no other marking on her body, even her freckles stopped above the collar thought that might be due to lack of Syna touching her body.

Her breeches were likewise deposited neatly and carefully, though she grimaced only because for a moment she had to bend, which would have exposed her back. Retrieving the towels she tenses when he drew close but she didn't move away, the tension the only because of nerves that she wasn't entirely sure what was expected.

Yet he whispered and told her to make use of her eyes, which caused much of the tension to release. She was really adept at being able to watch and seek things out. "Of course M'Lord. Would you not prefer me to attend you while you were in the bath, outside of the bath? To fetch items..to watch the entrance?"

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[Kalesserimamoru]

"No need for such distance." Mamoru said in a low tone, his arm slowly coiling around her slender body. The trickster didn't shy away from gazing at her nude body, to him one of the most beautiful things in the world was the female figure. Shayna may not have had long legs or flawless skin, but the girl was beautiful enough without it. With his arm around her, Mamoru dipped his head in to where their cheeks almost touched.

He could sense her hesitation for whatever reason she had, but for the moment he needed her closer than further away. "I'm here on business of the secretive nature. The Drykas that I mentioned earlier has been getting his hands in all the right pockets. I want to see what he is up to and who he's made friends with. Might be of use to know sooner or later. But he can't know that I am watching him, which is why we will stay here and just relax until he shows."

Mamoru wasn't sure but he had a hunch that the man would make his way to the baths soon, if he hadn't been there already. He noticed that Shayna didn't pull away from him, she wouldn't given he was her master. But he also noticed lack of effort and she didn't position herself against him as other women had in the past. It wasn't a problem however, and out of the things he expected of her, that wasn't a need. "What's the matter? Don't tell me that you are shy?"

He released her and removed his trunks leaving him as nude as she was. The Dhani didn't hide himself, and he didn't even look to see if Shayna was staring, it didn't matter. "And don't worry, I'm sure that you can attend to me plenty inside the bath." He stepped into the pool afterwards and he didn't reach for her, nor call her to follow. This time, he would let her come on her own, or stand there baring it all. "Ah," he said with a sigh as he relaxed his body in the warm waters. "This is very nice...Maybe I will come here more often.."

Resting against the wall of the pool, Mamoru watched the others around him and the entrance to the baths. He hoped that this was a good place to see enough of the traffic coming and going, and that he hadn't missed the man he came to watch. All would be revealed in time and for now, he would just wait and relax.

Moments later two others entered the room dressed in robes, but neither male entered the waters. Instead they sat down next to it and continued to talk amongst themselves as if they were the only one's in the room. Mamoru ignored them easily enough, but it was the subject matter they spoke of that caught his interest. They talked of a Myrian hunter, a man tattooed and pierced by bone shards.

He was said to be very good at his job and that interested the trickster. He hated all Myrians and would stop at nothing to peel the skin from each and every one. He listened closely, waiting to hear if they mentioned if the man was a freeborn or maybe even a slave. It turned out he was neither, but a wanderer in the city.

Time to play..

[Shayna]

The room was not crowded, but nor was it empty either, but that didn't bother Shayna too much. She wasn't exactly sure how she was suppose to feel when he circled his arm around her waist, she had never been slated to be a likely pleasure slave so she had not been given the training that one might expect of one. While a pleasure slave might have pressed against him, curving her soft features against his more masculine body, Shayna didn't even know what was expected so she simply stood. She did not shy away from his eyes, did not try and cover herself, but neither did she display herself that one who had been taught she was beautiful might have.

Her ears perked when he spoke, finally something to hold onto, something that she felt capable of doing well. She absorbed his words, committing key information to memory. Drykas...watching for friends, plans. Best of all was the comment that he not know her master was watching. "It would not be too amiss for a slave to be watching the coming and goings though, M'Lord." This was not said in a suggestive tone, but in a confident tone that she was correct. "I am not shy, not unless you want me to be..I am just ..uncertain of what I should be doing. Gardens are a long way from..bath houses."

When he stepped back to strip himself of the final piece of clothing that remained on him she ostentatiously averted her eyes respectfully, though in her fashion she still watched. She had seen slave men, the slave quarters are small and there never had been a sense of modesty when one was a slave. There had been the one solitary freeborn man who had been the object of the lesson to teach her that her body was not her own, and that had been more of a blur then anything. Slaves tended to be rough, coiled muscle from hard use, often scarred from heavy labor. Mamoru had none of that on his body, there was evidence of muscled strength but it lay beneath toned flesh. It was more then just his physical appearance that drew her eye though, it was simply the confidence in which he displayed.

When he stepped into the water she set the towels and robes on their shelf that was positioned at her shoulder level, to keep them from getting wet. His words that he was sure she could attend to him within the bath ensured that she would follow, her toes curling along the edge for a moment before she shifted downward to settled into the water. Shayna was too self-conscious, watching just how far she sat from him.. not too far to seem as if she were avoiding him but far enough so that she was not crowding him.

The dark ends of her hair floated as she settled down, her knees raising to her chest and her arms circling her legs tightly. Yet her oddly green eyes watched the room quietly, darting from the slaves that manned the fires, to the patrons. "It is a place that many frequent, I have heard of some who have standing appointments." She replied naturally enough, her words steady though she continued to watch the room. "What are you going to do with the information, if you are able to gather, on this Drykas M'Lord?"

Even as she asked the door opened, but instead of a man, two women slipped in. One dark haired, the other blonde, both had brands of Sitai affixed on their cheeks. The dark haired slave smiled at her companion and shed the robe she wore, baring her nude body with an artistry of someone who knew she likely had an audience. The blonde's robe fell away in like manner and they split up to work the room.

It was the blonde that made the circuit around the side of the room that Shayna and Mamoru sat, and she came to them first. Dark eyes flick toward Shayna, then down to see the space between the slave and her master. Why bring a female slave to this house and leave that much room when there were much better example of human flesh for sale...well for rent. Kneeling beside the tub, the blonde smiles down at Mamoru, "Hello M'Lord.. a massage for just one gm, I promise you won't go away unsatisfied." While she spoke the door opened again.

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[Kalesserimamoru]

Mamoru nodded and gave the girl a look. A look that expressed that was exactly what he expected her to do. Of course he would be watching as well, but just in case he happened to miss something, he wanted to be sure that she saw it. "And watch them you will. Everything they do and say." He cackled softly when she spoke of not being sure what to do and how gardens were nothing like bath houses. "It's simple really. You're in a bath..so bathe. " he grinned as he looked to her, the girl obviously took baths, but if she had suddenly forgot how, he supposed he could help her.

He had settled into the waters when he heard the light splashing sound and felt the waves in the water from her entrance. He noticed that she put distance between them, but he didn't care. The waters were warm enough to keep him satisfied, and he wouldn't want tongues wagging if they seemed a little too close in the baths. "Well that depends on what I find if anything." he answered to her question. Mamoru didn't mind her asking questions, at least if she was it meant that she was paying attention and not dreaming of some far off land where she was free and running in a field of flowers.

"I'm only curious about the fellow at the moment, and if he hasn't done anything that might cause trouble there's no reason to bother him. However if he has the Magistrate will hear of this and I doubt he will be happy about it. But as I said, if he's done something..though I have a feeling this trip won't be wasted."

Mamoru's attention had been fixed on the gentlemen talking about the Myrian when the woman appeared, who for a moment, had gone unnoticed by him. He glanced up at her, half way still listening to the men to obtain the whereabouts of the Myrian hunter and half way listening to her words. "Well..sure, why not." he said without so much excitement added into his words. He wasn't sure what his pet was doing at the moment, the girl had gone silent and he hadn't thought to look her way again.

Suddenly the door opened again and in walked a tall blonde man with a scruffy beard. He was shirtless with only a tower draped around the lower part of his body. The tattoos of wind marks as well as others were displayed upon his back, chest and arms. The Drykas entered with a slave on each arm, both rentals from the Den itself. Mamoru could see that the man had coin to spend to do it so freely for pleasure slaves. Yellow green eyes stared closely at the man, and if he would look the trickster's way, he would simply nod his head and look away.

The slave woman would have to wait until he returned to his robes for her coin, but he was fine with her starting the massage now. It looked more natural this way and since Shayna wasn't taught these manners, she could sit by and keep her eyes on the other side of the room for anything that he might miss. Mamoru stretched himself out in the waters and allowed the woman to work her magic. He allowed his eyes to wander around the room, even closing them at times, before he returned them to the man that he was there to watch.

So far the Drykas man hadn't noticed and seemed too busy having fun with the two women that he arrived with to realize that he was being watched. So far he was just having fun, and besides a few choice words of the intimate nature, spoken to the women about a three-way, there was nothing to tell here. It didn't seem to fit what he was expecting and made him wonder if another was coming to meet with him.

[Shayna]

Shayna peripherally saw the blonde kneel beside her master, heard the offer and the acceptance. She shifted, when she saw a man that fit his description slip in the room. She didn't know anything about windmarks, but she did see tattoos that decorated his body, but also the scar on his chest. By this time the blonde slave was smiling, leaning back just so she could slip into the waters, gently maneuvering herself behind Mamoru.

Shayna uncurled her legs, her body now just slightly on edge as she watched the scruffy looking man with the tattoos without really watching him. She ostentatiously was turning her gaze directly toward Mamoru, the oddly colored eyes wide but for all to look at intent upon him. Yet it was her peripheral vision that she was focusing on mostly, one hand moving forward in the waters to brush her owners thigh, just to let him know that she was watching.

However it was not just the man she was paying attention too, no she was also watching the blonde slave, observing what she was doing. If her owner enjoyed this then she should be the one to be able to give it to him, rather then having to pay extra coin for strange slaves. For the moment the Drykas seemed content to play with his own slaves.

The blonde slave settled behind the freeborn, her long shapely legs sliding along his, until her body was pressed tightly against him. Her hands moved to scoop up the warm water in her palms and lifted to allow it to cascade over the shoulders of the Dhani. Her hands followed the water, applying pressure into the muscle, even as her thighs tighten gently around his hips, and her breasts were deliberately brushed -not pressed..not just yet- against his back with every movement she made. Her eyes fell to Shayna, and saw how the gaze of the shorter slave moved from her hands to another area and back, always landing on her hands. Assuming the tiny slave was trying to learn and watch, the blonde smiled almost encouragingly and made sure that her movements were clear and defined.

One thing that Shayna was noting, other then the blonde's ministrations to her owner, was that in here, without clothing and clear view of hands and arms, it was difficult to determine who were freeborn and who were Dynasty. The single most common trait amongst Kenashern was their arrogance, and without clothing it seemed to Shayna that most of that arrogance left. Except for in her master, no he still seemed as if he held himself to be the prettiest, most powerful, and the most intelligent and dared anyone to test it. She wasn't quite sure why she had come to that conclusion about her owner but she had, and she wasn't too sure that he wasn't far wrong.

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[Kalesserimamoru]

Mamoru had to move forward a little to allow the slave girl to position herself behind him inside the waters. Her soft and warm body felt good against his back, and it was a nice change. Normally it would be him trying this sort of seduction to gain the favor of a higher female inside the nest. He wasn't a masseuse and had to hope that his attempts didn't end with a slash across the face. Things were different now, and in this new world he had women waiting on him instead.

The slave woman had good hands and it didn't take long before he could feel his muscles loosening up and his body relaxing. He didn't notice Shayna looking at him, his eyes were on the man they were watching. So far nothing had happened and it just looked like a guy enjoying his free time with women. He had the idea that maybe someone else was closely involved, perhaps someone from the family that the guy was said to be kissing up to. In truth, Mamoru hoped that something would happen, something scandalous that would be worth his time to investigate.

For the time being he continued to be patience and wait. The service wasn't bad after all, and he was in one of the places in the city that reminded him most of home. The Dhani sighed, a smile upon his face and he took it all in and relaxed against the woman. He settled in well, backed against her with one of her long legs to either side of his hips. Mamoru didn't move, or otherwise try and seduce the woman into a more intimate encounter. His attention was on the man across from him and he was watching him more than anything else.

The Drykas laughed, kissed, and fondled his women as he saw fit and then settled back as each of them picked a side and started to massage him. He was on top of the world it seemed and the trickster felt his bone tingling. With his hands under water, he turned his hands upward and released his res from the center of his palms. The clear, gas flowed beneath the waters, appearing as steam might if not slightly invisible. Mamoru pushed more of his res from his palms and allowed it to cross the distance in the pool and surround the lower body of the blonde man. During this all, he kept his face straight and didn't even allow a crack of a smile. Once he had enough res pooling around the man's body, he drew the surrounding waters in and coated it with the res he had pushed out.

The inner layer of the ring of water was still in gas form which allowed him to still control it. Mamoru tighten his fist and as he turned his palms in, and quickly forced the water upward and transform the core into liquid, just before it splashed the man in his face. The blonde man couched and choked a little from the water that had gotten into his eyes, nose and mouth. Now Mamoru allowed himself to smile as the two slave women with the Drykas were both looking confused. The door opened again, this time in walked a casually dressed man who only stepped in long enough to hand the Drykas man a note, before he stepped away.

Reaching his arm out, the trickster slid his hand towards Shayna and gently stroked the length of her thigh while keeping his eyes on the blonde man as he read the note. "Shayna, I believe that I must have dropped my jewel somewhere in here before I stepped in. Find it for me." He knew the girl was smart and figured that she would catch on to what he wanted to really do. He needed to read the note...

[Shayna]

The blonde slave took the extra weight from Mamoru without complaint shifting to be able to run her hands down his back and beneath his arms. Her Fingers working against his chest and side area now, methodically pressing and kneading. She didn't outright move to seduction, keeping her hands firm and smooth, allowing her naked body behind him do what it would. If he wanted more then a simple massage then she would turn toward the seduction with little thought or care.

Shayna noted the shift in position, and she too moved just slightly to allow for a easier time of watching. The slave women with the Drykas did nothing different then what the blonde was doing to her owner, except allow the Drykas to pinch, fondle or otherwise ogle their bodies at will. Nothing out of the ordinary for slaves unfortunate enough to be born what is considered beautiful. Shayna had always told herself that she was glad that she hadn't inherited her dame's appearance, she had not enjoyed the lesson and did not wish to be put to work servicing multiple men daily in that fashion. However, she had to admit that there was something that seemed attractive to have even the little bit of control the slave women had over the Drykas. He seemed to be in control yes. he could -and likely would- use their bodies in any way he saw fit..but he was not really in control. They were cultivating his desires, building them, making him spend coin. It was an interesting situation indeed.

Her master's voice called her from her thoughts, she had noted the note in her mind but since she was unable to read she knew that she would not be useful in trying to sneak any peeks at it. Yet the gentle stroke of her thigh, and this his voice draws her attention fully to him. "Of course M'Lord, right away." She instinctively answered, her voice confident even though her black brows furrow in thought. She stands, allowing the water to cascade down her body, unlike the slaves that were servicing the men she moved without thought. There was no seductive twist of her hip, she didn't display anything artfully designed to attract. She simply moved in efficient movements, trying to be careful not to splash her Master and the slave he was with.

Her mind worked hard, she had not seen him with a jewel, and since they were watching the Drykas...he had to be wanting to see the note. Was he trying to get her to find out what the note said? That wouldn't work, even as she thought her hands were drying themselves quickly on a towel and her body just so that she didn't puddle water on the floor. It was warm enough that she did not think to cover her nudity with a robe so engross with working out the puzzle. She couldn't read but perhaps, her green eyes light on the Drykas, and the thought of the control the slaves exhibited as they once more fell upon him. He stretched out of the water, flipping the scrap of paper clear of the tub and any immediate danger of water.

Shayna moved quietly, not going straight for the note, feeling that might cause too much attention. Instead she made as if she were looking around the baskets that held her and his clothing, methodically working around. Her heart pounded, she was not adept at stealth or subterfuge, and she felt sure that anyone who looked at her would know she was trying to do something that she didn't want people to see. However she managed to work her way around the tub, the Drykas caught up with his women though at any moment he could decide it was time to retire to one of the bedrooms out of public eye. She bent quietly and picked up the note, her eyes glancing down instinctively and saw the strange squiggles on the paper before she curled it into her palm. She waited until she was several feet a way before she called out. "I found it M'Lord!" her voice only a little jumpy, though her heart still beat rapidly. Now what, if she took it to him then he might get it wet, or the Drykas might see the scrap..if she tucked it in their clothing then he can look at it later...but the Drykas might notice it missing.

For a long chime she was indecisive, seeing the dangers of both, however she looked back at the Drykas, then at the blonde slave that was working on her Master and decided that he didn't want either to know that his slave had just stolen property of another freeborn..the Blonde slave would talk most likely if asked..and the Drykas...Shayna shivered at the thought of the punishment for a slave stealing from a freeborn. "I will put in with your robes M'Lord." She informed him, with one glance at him before turning to tuck it away, hoping that the Drykas might be too concerned with the women to remember the note before she and her master was well away.

She moved back to the tub, and resumed her place, just a little closer to her owner. She settled back again letting the water swirl around her body, stretching her short legs out tentatively, almost relaxing.

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