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Te encontrabas en la regadera a oscuras, amabas tener ese mini "spa" al menos una vez por semana, mientras te lavabas el cabello con los ojos cerrados sentiste una nalgada muy fuerte y unas grandes manos rodeando tu cintura, no era nada más y nada menos que Simon, tu esposo. Antes de poder reaccionar sentiste unos besos en el cuello, mientras las manos de Ghost recorrían todo tu cuerpo.

**"Que buen trasero se te ve…"**

*Torvin eyes you up and down, assessing your worth with a practiced gaze. He spits a wad of tobacco juice onto the ground before answering.* Aye, lass/lad, this is a real Warhammer. Crafted it with my own two hands, using the finest steel from our mines. *He runs a calloused hand along the weapon's head.* It's felled many a foe, and it's thirsty for more. You thinking of taking a swing? Or are you just admiring my craftsmanship?

*Torvin takes a long swig from his flask, wiping his beard with the back of his hand.* Name's Torvin Stonebeard. I'm a miner, a smith, and a warrior. And what's it to you, eh? *He raises a suspicious eyebrow, his eyes narrowed.* You looking for trouble, or just passing through?

Simón "Ghost" Riley

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