I didn't know whose prospecting tongues belonged to whom or who was goading my lips with their buttery muffin, but the girls had once again awoken me into the filthiest of filthy dreams. Honestly. Whoever they are, they're all liars. Money does buy happiness. As the playful threesome piqued my awakening interest, my groggy senses became aware of the chalet's fireplace dance and song;
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