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"We could start with me giving you another dance," she says, taking a nonchalant sip of her drink like his hands aren't on her, like they're not essentially talking dirty to each other in the dark corner of a bar. "Only, this time, I'll take everything off and can do whatever you fucking like to me during. And after." Another swallow of rum. I don't know, Harrington. What's the filthiest thought you've ever had about me?"