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“I told you not to wear that crown, Alex!”

“It’s Queen Alexa, now!   And let's be honest, John, from the tent pole in your pants the new me is a marked improvement over the old me.”

“...fair point.”

“Nice to see you being reasonable.  Now, as my first decree as future ruler of the world, we’re going to go upstairs, and we’re going to fuck like rabbits and seal the curse.... and then we can talk about your new position as my lady in waiting.”

“Pardon?”

“Nothing...nothing...”

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Queen Alexa arrived fashionably late (who am I kidding, apologies for that) but she's finally here only for patrons!

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