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A’Leta pulls an envelope out of her bag, tosses it on the table.

I know what’s in it, so I win this round, too. When I go through the pictures, not a muscle in my face trembles, I’m in control of every emotion. If I allow myself a moment’s levity, it’s not because the moon man and I were allegedly caught in the act, but because in one of the pictures, K’raig has his fingers crossed on his knee – and the cuff of his snow-white shirt is set just above the proper height. And his swarthy skin, covered with fine blond hair, is adorned by the steel strap of a luxury chronometer, and his fingers are long and… sure? Is that even an appropriate word for fingers?

In general, men’s wrists and fingers have always been my only weakness. And, I have to admit, Mr. Future Senator has excellent hands. Though I judge them only from an aesthetic point of view.

– Mr. Shad’Farr paid me a purely businesslike visit,” I folded the scans carefully back into the envelope and laid them quietly on the edge of A’Letha’s desk. – We had a little talk, and he left my house in the same pristine condition as he’d arrived. No one has tampered with his manhood, I assure you. But in case you checked and there was something out of place, it certainly wasn’t my doing.