(Sorry to hear that, mate.)
"Hey, don't get mad at me! You agreed to this, and I'm sure you'd be giving it to me twice as hard!" Osciros responded, before looking down at the fallen brush. With a smirk, he crossed his arms and looked Katra in the eyes. "Awww. Looks like poor kitty dropped her brush. What a shame."
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Woe to thee that ignore the warning signs. Woe to thee who enter this dungeon and traverse it's corridors. Know that when you hear the sounds of screams for mercy, and the indistinguishable thwack of a paddle against bare and quivering buttocks, it shall be too late...
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