Greta Lovelace
I fought a great urge not to electrocute Juan where he stood as he ignored my question.
His now-yellow eyes were staring straight at the Minister, and I could have been a boring statue for all the attention he gave me. "With all due respect, what is your business here, Soul Minister Addersworth?" he asked, taking a step forward, his male bits on full display.
I tried hard not to look at Juan's nether regions as they were too hard to miss. Thankfully, a sudden movement behind him drew my attention away, and I was surprised to find more naked men and women, all of them large, muscular, with bright yellow eyes and long hair. They moved in unison around Juan like a pack of wild dogs, their animalistic aura obvious even from where we stood.
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