Bevau went back to watching Michaela, who now writhed enticingly before the first clan Jessica had danced for. Clajak held back a snicker as he watched his personal assistant Korkla along with clanmates Raxstad and Govi. All three gustily cheered and applauded the exotic Michaela, their greedy eyes riveted on every sensuous move she made. The cinnamon scent of their arousal hung heavy in the air, and it was no wonder. She seemed to be making love to an invisible partner, her hips grinding against nonexistent hips, her head lolling with ecstatic pleasure. Watching her made Clajak’s groin ache agreeably.
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