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[..] she looked at the monk in front of her, smiling an impish smile to what he had just
proclaimed: “you cannot touch me with your charms, lust is a sin, be gone!”. she then
fixed her gaze upon his eyes, forcing him to look straight at her, while she came closer
and closer to him, letting him guess the shape of her breasts beneath the silken robe, and
while caressing his neck with her hot breath, grinning because of his obvious shivers, she
hissed into his ear: “lust is no sin, brother…lust is just a momentary weakness of the
flesh. the real sin is born when you pretend in front of others that your skin is not
bearing the mark of weakness, when in fact your body willingly remembers that weakness
again and again, under the night’s protective veils…just like you will remember me…”[…]

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