Azel Tarikova
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Valten tried not to stare, but the top button on the back of her dress had come undone, leaving a sliver of creamy skin visible between the edges of white lace. It was a strange thing, being married and in love with a woman you could not yet touch.

'He grasped her upper arms firmly, pressing down upon her. She heard a snap, felt the pressure of her choker on her neck suddenly released'.