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Prompts: black/core
“Illya, play us a song.”
The request was picked up and repeated by several other nubile, young snow bunnies, who quickly claimed chairs around him or gathered at his feet. Illya sat on the deck, comfortably warm in a black sweater and ski pants, his left ankle propped up and wrapped. After faking a sprain on their first day at the resort, he’d stationed himself in the lodge, gathering information from those who preferred seeing and being seen to actual skiing. Rather disconcertingly, he'd also gathered a cadre of young admirers, thanks to some books of Beat poetry and the guitar which were part of his cover.
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“Illya, play us a song.”
The request was picked up and repeated by several other nubile, young snow bunnies, who quickly claimed chairs around him or gathered at his feet. Illya sat on the deck, comfortably warm in a black sweater and ski pants, his left ankle propped up and wrapped. After faking a sprain on their first day at the resort, he’d stationed himself in the lodge, gathering information from those who preferred seeing and being seen to actual skiing. Rather disconcertingly, he'd also gathered a cadre of young admirers, thanks to some books of Beat poetry and the guitar which were part of his cover.
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