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Here's the second installment of A Night Out, A Night In.  For this 
installment, I focused primarily on establishing some character and 
setting development, so it may seem a bit slow paced.  Starting with 
Part III and onwards, we should see quite a bit of hot and naughty 
action, I promise.  I just hope that I can actually get enough written 
down to actually post Part III tomorrow, otherwise, it won't make its 
debut until early July.

As always, feedback is greatly appreciated, at the very least so I know 
that someone besides myself is reading these.  :p


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RedTails - Awakenings
A Night Out, A Night In - Part II
By - Scarletdown

	The big dining area was mostly empty at this time of the day, much to 
Shaasta's relief and Hansen's disappointment.  A few of the tables were 
occupied by inn guests, finishing up a late lunch, or relaxing with mugs 
of coffee, tea, or cold mead and listening to the two bards, young adult 
gold and white Furling cats, brother and sister, rehearsing for 
tonight's performance, taking turns as one strummed a tune on an 
eight-stringed guitar and the other practiced some dance movements.
	Flitting about the place was Furling Skunk lass, dressed in a white, 
lace-trimmed apron over a silky green tunic which draped over the base 
of her thick tail and provided a stunning view of her plush, furry black 
and white assets whenever she bent over.  She was busy arranging the 
tables and chairs and wiping them down, dusting the torch sconces in the 
walls, sweeping the polished wooden floor, and other typical barmaid tasks.
	Noticing the trio standing in the doorway, she smiled and padded over 
to them, her tail and pleasantly wide hips swishing alluringly with her 
well-practiced feminine stride.  She gave Frelic's hand a welcoming 
squeeze and smiled cheerfully at him, her jade green eyes sparkling with 
innate friendliness.  "Master Willowpaw!  I didn't expect to see you 
back so soon.  You were only away for a couple of hours."  Her gaze then 
turned to the two lovely, naked creatures Frelic had in tow, "Oh, I see 
your hunt must have been a success.  I presume these were the two 
missing kits you have been searching for?"
	"Yes indeed, Makae," Frelic replied, returning the cheerful smile and 
greeting the Skunkette with a kiss on the cheek.  "I found them on 
display at the Southern Rose pet shop."  He motioned his two pets to 
step forward, "The Elf is my sister, Shaasta, and the Squirrel is 
Hansen, Shaasta's adventuring matey."
	The Mephit grinned warmly at the naked, collared, and leashed pair, and 
gave them both a friendly hug, "Welcome to the Hightail Inn," she said, 
"I'm Makae, one of the chamber and barmaids here.  Please, come have a 
seat, and I will fetch drinks for the three of you."  She led them to a 
corner table close to where the Feline bards were rehearsing, and after 
Frelic unclasped the leashes from their collars, then stripped himself 
down to his short, black tunic and matching black knee-high leather 
boots.  He folded the robe neatly and placed it, along with his 
equipment belt, beneath a chair, then Makae motioned for them to sit, 
and she took their drink orders.
	"Coffee with vanilla cream and a dash of cinnamon, I presume, Frelic?" 
  she asked.
	"As always, dear," Frelic confirmed.
	"And you two?"
	"Coffee sounds good," Shaasta agreed, "with hazelnut and a drop of 
honey, please."
	"And a tankard of honey mead for me," Hansen requested.  "And can we 
get something to eat?  I'm ravenous."
	"Certainly, sweet cheeks," the Skunkette giggled, "I'll see what we 
have ready." She spun around gracefully, and sauntered off to the 
kitchen, her lovely furry bottom jiggling with each step.

	Hansen's gaze was locked on Makae's backside until she disappeared 
through the double doors that led into the depths of the Hightail Inn. 
He then put a paw to his chest and grinned at his Master and stated the 
obvious, "By the Mink, she's one hot little honey."
	Frelic smiled back at his Furling pet and nodded, "That she is, dear. 
That she is, indeed.  Makae is a real sweetheart; she is, always 
cheerful and bouncy, always with a kind word to say, and always ready 
and willing to lend a paw."
	"So, have you boinked her yet?"
	Frelic sighed and exchanged an exasperated look with Shaasta, then gave 
a soft laugh, "Hansen, you are incorrigible," he declared, "Is that all 
you ever think about?"
	"Oh, not at all, Master," he swore, "I do think about other 
matters...from time to time, but pretty lasses with lovely asses do fill 
about eighty five percent of my thoughts.  So, have you boinked her yet, 
Master?"
	Frelic sighed again and shook his head, "No, I have not," he replied, 
"I only met her just yesterday when I checked in here."
	"Well, I'm sure your chance will come before we head home," Hansen 
assured him, "It would be a shame for my Master to leave here without 
getting to bed down with a babe like that first."
	"Thank-you for your concern, Hansen," Frelic said, hoping the touch of 
sarcasm was detectable in his voice.
	"No problem," It was evident that the Furling completely missed the 
sarcastic tone after all, "I only want to make certain my Master is 
happy.  So, have you at least spanked Makae?"
	Shaasta was trying hard not to laugh out loud at the persistent 
intimate questioning her dear friend was subjecting her brother to.
	"No, I have not spanked her," Frelic again replied, making a mental 
note to take the impetuous Furling over his knee for a lengthy lesson in 
manners.  "However, I have been able to give her bottom the occasional 
friendly swat," he admitted.
	Hansen nodded, "Well, that's something at least.  A sweet, furry bottom 
like hers is just made for spanking, you know."
	"As is a sweet furry bottom like yours," Frelic warned, placing the 
paddle he purchased right before they left the pet shop on the table; 
the look he gave him served as a sufficient warning that this time 
around, the paddling would not be for pleasure, at least not for the pet.
	Hansen got the message this time, and let the subject drop, then 
watched the two feline bards; dressed in thin, buckskin tunics, 
practicing on the stage, their movements graceful and precise, and the 
music hypnotic and relaxing.
	"By the Mink," he softly swore, "those are a couple hot honeys.  Have 
you boinked them yet, Master?"
	Fortunately, Makae returned just in time, and the Squirrel's attention 
was diverted from the performers to the tray the Mephit set down on the 
table.  She distributed the tankards with their drinks along with a set 
of ceramic plates, knives, and forks, and placed a pair of large bowls 
and a platter with a loaf of fresh potato bread accompanied by a stick 
of butter on the table.  One bowl was half filled with steaming, 
shredded, fried potatoes, and the other was filled with a variety of 
fresh fruit.
	"I hope this can satisfy you for now," she said, "I had our cook, 
Brindon, go ahead and heat up what was left over from this morning's 
breakfast; the fruit is from our orchard just outside of town, picked 
just this morning."  She noticed the paddle sitting on the table, and 
felt the insides of her ears redden, and her cheeks heat up. 
Suppressing her embarrassment at the thoughts the simple bit of wood 
caused her to think, she smoothed down the front of her apron, and sat 
herself down in the one unoccupied chair at Frelic's table.

	As the group dug into the food and sipped their drinks, the barmaid 
started questioning them about their adventures, "So, you found them at 
one of the pet shops, you said earlier?"
	Frelic swallowed the mouthful of perfectly seasoned potatoes and chased 
it down with a sip of his sweet hot coffee, and nodded, "I was heading 
to the Thundercloud Tavern, a favorite watering hole among slavers, to 
follow up on a tip I received last night," he explained, "My route took 
me past the Southern Rose.  And there in the window, displaying her 
assets, was Shaasta.  Needless to say, I did not need to continue on to 
the Thundercloud."
	"What a fortunate turn of luck," Makae commented, "for both you and 
them.  Master Varo and his Halfling are the best fate in this town that 
could befall anyone taken by slavers.  My boss here always sends us to 
Varo for weekly cleansings, since our work uniforms are a Southern 
Exposure fashion, render our bottoms fully exposed.  Me and Mistie, when 
she worked here, always looked forward to seeing Varo and Lilieblume; we 
didn't look forward to the cleanings, but we always enjoyed spending an 
early evening with them, such fun people to socialize and hang out with. 
  So how did you get Hansen and your sister out of there?  Did you sneak 
in and spirit them away when nobody was looking?"
	Frelic chuckled and shook his head, "No, I'm afraid the rescue was 
nowhere near as exciting like what you would read in a typical adventure 
tale or see in a play."
	"Well, it was exciting," Shaasta added, "but not in the traditional 
swashbuckling, storm the fortress walls sense."  She quietly squirmed in 
her seat, and her perky bare nipples hardened as she replayed in her 
mind the entire hot and steamy episode, then she buttered a slice of 
bread and nibbled on it, following it up with a sip of her coffee.
	"Right," Frelic confirmed, then continued the condensed version of 
their tale, "So anyway, I just strolled right on in, posing as a 
customer.  Varo, Lilieblume, and myself put my sister and Hansen through 
the whole inspection procedure, short of actually fucking them..."
	"Which was most unfortunate," Hansen pouted, then shut up and took a 
big bite out of an apple from the fruit bowl, allowing Frelic to continue.
	Makae coyly fluttered her eyelashes and giggled, "Oh, I bet that felt 
really naughty," she sighed wistfully, "I mean, probing and intimately 
examining your own lovely sister to determine if she is suitable to be a 
pleasure pet."
	Both Shaasta and Frelic blushed at the memories of what went on between 
them there at the pet shop, as well as at thoughts of what may yet occur 
between them in the imminently near future.  Frelic took another long 
pull of his coffee and pressed on with his mini epic, "So after they 
were paddled, petted, and even fisted up the ass, I actually purchased 
them from Master Varo, complete with bills of sale and certificates of 
ownership."
	Hansen took a swig of his mead, then finished the story, "And here's 
the twist.  After the papers were signed, he stashed them in a pouch and 
announced that he intended to keep us."
	The Mephit's eyes were wide with shock and disbelief at the Squirrel's 
revelation, "No way.  You really are keeping them as your pets?"
	Frelic smiled sheepishly and nodded, "Considering how much I paid for 
them, thirty five gold pieces for Hansen, and ten platinum pieces for 
Shaasta, there was no way I was going to risk them getting into slaver 
trouble ever again."
	"I think he did well," Hansen said, after swallowing another bite of 
apple, "For one thousand and thirty-five gold pieces, Master here is now 
the proud owner of a feisty pet Squirrel and a hot and sexy pet sister."
	Shaasta and averted her eyes briefly, then shyly added, "I protested at 
first.  But as I thought it over, I decided that I may enjoy being owned 
by Frelic, and serving him as Master Varo and Lilieblume trained me."
	"Wow!" Makae exclaimed, "that is one intense and hot tale.  Are you 
going to..."
	She was interrupted by a deep but soft, commanding voice right behind 
her, "Makae!  Are you wearing blinders, girl?"
	She quickly stood up and faced the large man who towered above them, a 
massive and muscular dark-haired fellow.  Performing a quick curtsy, 
Makae smiled and made hurried introductions, "Oh, hello, Mister Kez.  We 
have two new guests here, Shaasta and Hansen," she gestured towards the 
Elf girl and Squirrel, "They are a part of Master Willowpaw's party," 
she added.
	Mister Kez noted the training paddle on the table, and casually put his 
hand on the handle, then nodded to the two new arrivals, "It will be a 
pleasure to meet you shortly."  He turned his gaze back to his barmaid, 
"Now, Makae, you know I don't mind you hobnobbing and making idle 
chatter with our guests here, but you seem to have forgotten that we do 
indeed have other guests down here as well, and it isn't fair for the 
barmaid to neglect them as she gives all her attention exclusively to 
one little group."
	The Mephit girl looked suitably chastened, ears flattened out slightly 
as she bowed her head and apologized.  She picked up her tray and gave 
the trio at the table another smile, "I'll talk with you some more this 
evening," she promised, then turned and resumed her duties, zeroing in 
on the bard couple first, as it looked like they were about to take a 
short break from their rehearsal.  The moment her back was turned, and 
before she could take more than two steps, her employer took a firm grip 
on the paddle, and with one smooth movement, landed the round wooden 
blade hard across Makae's plush bottom, causing her to yelp out in pain 
and surprise.  Though only a single swat, the impact was hard enough for 
the muffled SMACK to echo across the room, and also hard enough to 
already show the beginnings of a blush under the white treasure trail 
fur, a reddish-pink circle around the partially covering both cheeks, 
bisected by the deep valley they formed beneath her tail.

	As the girl retreated across the room to attend to the other guests, 
Mister Kez set the paddle back down on the table, turned to Frelic and 
his little entourage and chuckled, "That Makae, she's quite the little 
treasure; brightens up our humble little establishment with her 
perpetually cheerful and bubbly attitude, she does."
	"You won't get any argument from me there, Ashton," Frelic replied, 
nodding his agreement, "Makae has been a bundle of energy since we first 
arrived, a very amazing girl."
	Mister Kez dried sweaty palms on his heavy, black cotton apron and 
assumed the seat his barmaid had vacated moments before.  He carried on 
his musings about the Mephit girl, "That girl can be a bit flighty and 
easily distracted at times; as you witnessed, she occasionally needs a 
firm, guiding hand to keep her focused and on task."  He idly tapped a 
thick, calloused finger on the blade of the paddle laying on the table.
	Frelic nodded, understanding, and smiled as the proprietor continued.
	"She has been with us ever since the Hightail first opened its doors 
five years ago.  It's difficult to imagine that she was a mere tender 
tail of ten summers when she started.  She is like an adopted daughter 
to myself and my mate, and every time we look at her, we are truly 
amazed at what a fine and lovely young Furling lady she has blossomed into."
	"Again, you get no argument from me, Ashton," Frelic agreed once more, 
"May she remain forever healthy and beautiful in your service."  He 
raised his tankard in an impromptu toast to Makae, and finished the last 
swallow of his coffee.
	"Now, then, who are these two newcomers sitting here with you, Frelic?" 
he asked, giving Shaasta and Hansen a curious look over, "And why do 
they sit naked in my dining commons at this time of the day?"
	"These are my pets," Frelic explained, "Shaasta and Hansen."  The two 
smiled demurely and gave a polite wave, then Hansen set the remains of 
the apple he just finished down on his plate, and went to work on a 
sweet, juicy peach from the fruit bowl, while the master of the inn eyed 
them.
	"You pets, hmm?"  The large man idly stroked the short, dark beard that 
decorated his chin, "I don't remember seeing these two lovely creatures 
with you when you first checked in."
	"I purchased them only an hour or so ago," Frelic replied.
	Hansen swallowed and licked the peach juice off his muzzle, "Yes, 
Mister Kez," he nodded, "Master Frelic bought us from the Southern Rose. 
  I believe you are familiar with that place?"
	"Yes, I know the place.  That's Varo's establishment.  I know him from 
way back, before either of us became business people.  Good fellow, that 
Wolf is; as is Lilieblume, his little Halfling pet and aide."
	"I am prepared to cover whatever extra expenses are incurred by these 
two," Frelic assured him.
	"Well, I should have you know, pets stay free here," Ashton informed 
them, "at least there are no additional occupancy charges for their use 
of your suite.  And any costs for meals other than leftovers, as well as 
other supplies used will be added to your bill, sir."
	Frelic nodded, "I would not have it any other way."
	"But," he continued, "before I put them on the registry here, I have to 
confirm that they are indeed pets.  Do you have their papers?"
	Frelic reached down into the pouch that was on the belt on the floor 
underneath his chair, and withdrew the signed certificates of ownership. 
  Ashton took the documents and gave them a quick perusal, then handed 
them back to Frelic, who neatly folded them and returned them to the pouch.
	"Very well, Frelic," Ashton said, "Everything seems to be in order. 
Now, I must remind you, I maintain a clean house here.  Have your pets 
been properly..."
	"Yes," Frelic interrupted, "They have recently had a proper cleansing."
	"Master Varo filled our bottoms with Gehennite just this morning," 
Shaasta assured him.
	"And right before we left the shop, Master Frelic and Miss Lilieblume 
poured a full pint of the Potion of Dragon Metabolism up our butts," the 
Squirrel added, placing the peach pit on the plate beside the apple 
core, and buttering up a thick slice of the potato bread, "So we are 
good for a few days."
	"Excellent," Ashton replied.  "Now for one more detail.  Have they been 
properly marked?"
	"Branded about an hour ago," Frelic said, "Stand up and show them, my 
pets."

	Hansen swallowed the big bite he took then set the other half of the 
thickly buttered slice of bread down on his plate.  He and Shaasta arose 
from their seats and faced the table, grasping the edge and bending over 
a little to present their behinds.  The marks had completely faded by 
now, of course, so with his heavy calloused hand, the Hightail Inn's 
proprietor planted two hard swats on their bottoms; the smack of his 
hand on their flesh echoed loudly through the room, and mixed with the 
surprised yelps from both Shaasta and Hansen, causing the other guests, 
including the bards, plus Makae to look up from whatever they were 
previously occupied with, and watch the little pet show.  The swats they 
received were sufficient to generate the warmth and glow required to 
make the paw print marks, inlaid with a willow tree, once again appear 
on the Elf and Squirrel's rumps.  He traced his thick fingers over the 
wispy, glimmering, silver lines, admiring the fine but simplistic 
artistry of the design, then motioned for the two pets to sit down 
again.  They both winced as their bare asses pressed against the wooden 
seats.  Shaasta immediately thought of Mistie and her story of why she 
sold herself to Varo; she remembered the vixen mentioning that her 
employer had thoroughly paddled her before her dismissal, and she rubbed 
her bottom in sympathy.  Just that simple two swat spanking from Mister 
Kez was painful enough.  She could barely fathom what a full fledged 
paddling from the big man must be like.
	Satisfied that these two were indeed certified pets and not just 
freeloaders posing as pets, Mister Kez gave a wide toothy smile and 
spread his arms, "Welcome to the Hightail Inn, Shaasta and Hansen," he 
finally officially greeted them.  "I am Ashton Kez, sole proprietor of 
this humble establishment.  And if your Master approves, you may address 
me simply as Ashton."
	Frelic nodded his approval, and Ashton continued his welcoming speech, 
"I hope you find the accommodations here comfortable.  And if you need 
anything; myself, Makae, and my mate, who should be back this evening 
with our cubs, will be glad to assist."
	"Thank-you for your hospitality, Ashton," Shaasta and Hansen responded 
in tandem.
	"Yes," Frelic added, "Thank-you for your hospitality.  And if my pets 
can be of any assistance around here when I am not using them, just give 
the word.  And your mate?  I had no idea you were married."
	"That's right," Ashton realized, "Sharani was in need of a bit of a 
getaway, so just a few days before your arrival, we pulled the cubs out 
of school and I sent them, with their mother on a bit of a holiday up 
north to Coralport, where they could visit with my folks for a few days."
	"I'm looking forward to meeting them," Frelic said.
	"Oh trust me, you will like them.  Sharani is one of the finest and 
most interesting ladies you could ever encounter."  Ashton was grinning 
like a schoolboy as he thought about his dear mate, "And the kids, 
Delaney and Alfred, they are just the most adorable young pups."  he 
pushed his chair back and stood up, "But I have work to get back to.  As 
I said before, if you need anything, don't hesitate to seek out Makae or 
myself."  He  put a friendly squeeze on Shaasta and Hansen's shoulders, 
and gave Frelic a polite bow, then dismissed himself and strode off to 
the kitchen area to see how the evening meal preparations were coming 
along, leaving the trio to finish their meal in peace.
	A minute or two after Ashton departed, Makae came back over to their 
table, as part of her normal rounds.  She gave them fresh tankards of 
their preferred drinks, and cleared away the debris and dirty dishes.
	"I forgot to mention earlier, your two mateys, Karma and Thissle, left 
shortly after you did this morning," she informed him, "They said they 
wanted to do a bit of sight seeing and shopping.  They should be back 
any time now."
	"Thanks for the intel," Frelic replied, "I do hope Thissle completed 
that magickal writing assignment I told her to do this morning, before 
they went out."
	Makae shrugged her dainty shoulders, "I wouldn't know about that, I'm 
afraid.  Now, Is there anything else I can do for you?" she asked, as 
she wiped some spilled drops of mead off the table.
	"A lap dance, perhaps?" Frelic suggested, grinning mischievously, and 
only half seriously.
	The Skunkette giggled and turned around, teasingly shaking and swishing 
her springy, pretty butt for them, then she faced them again, a 
noticeable blush beneath the soft white fluff of her cheeks, "Perhaps 
this evening when I am off duty," she suggested, giving him a sly wink. 
  She ran a finger along Frelic's smooth face, "I'm a bit too busy right 
now, and hafta be getting back to work.  But first..."
	The Mephit turned her back to Frelic, and with tail held high, thrust 
out her soft, licorice and whipped cream colored bottom.  Frelic 
accepted the unspoken invitation, of course, and landed a pair of firm, 
open handed swats on the delicious-looking target, one on each cheek; 
then she padded off to the kitchen to go wash the afternoon dishes.
	"And here you were accusing me of having a one track mind," Hansen 
smirked, both he and Shaasta looking quite amazed and amused at their 
Master's sudden brazenness.
	Frelic just shrugged and returned the smirk, "She made the invitation; 
I accepted it,"  He was about to say more, when the door in the corner 
opened and a couple lovely ladies sauntered into the inn, both of them 
carrying rather loaded packs.

	"About bloody time," Frelic said.  The wizard and his pets stood and 
hurried over to help the girls.  The two ladies looked a little weary 
from their shopping expedition.
	The taller of the two, a lovely, coppery-red haired  and sparkly 
copper-irised eyed young lady named Thissle, was currently in her Human 
form, looking to be in her final teen years.  She stood about five and a 
half feet tall, towering six inches over Frelic, whom she also usually 
addressed as Master, due to her status as his apprentice instead of as a 
pet, though there often seemed little difference between the two.  She 
sported a very short, plain white tunic, which just barely achieved 
modesty in front and did not quite fully cover the lowermost curves of 
her soft, but muscular behind in back.  The tunic was cinched around the 
waist with a leather belt, from which hung various pouches, and 
effectively skirted the white shift; this was the standard uniform for 
an apprentice, whether to a wizard, acolyte, ranger, rogue, or whatever, 
designed to allow the teacher quick and easy access to the student's 
bottom for disciplining as needed.  And her feet were shod with light 
brown moccasin boots that ran all the way up to the lower one fourth of 
her smooth, muscular, sun tanned thighs.
	The other girl, a Furling Rabbit named Karma, stood just a little 
shorter than Frelic and Shaasta, unless you counted her long ears, which 
then made her height the same as Thissle's.  Her large, liquid-blue eyes 
sparkled in the light, and her sweet lapine face was framed by a thick 
mane of sunny blonde hair, which dropped in wavy curls down to just 
below her shoulders.
	All Karma wore was a sleeveless shiny red leotard, that fully showed 
off her buxom curves.  Tight, short, and form-fitting, it was truly more 
like lingerie than normal everyday clothing, high cut in the back to 
fully show off her wide hips and a good portion of her fur-clad bottom, 
and low cut at the neckline to reveal ample cleavage with a ruff of 
light blue chest fur.
	Like many Furlings, Karma's fur was two toned, mostly a golden brown, 
with a blue-white treasure trail that started at the lower half of her 
fluffy cheeks and muzzle, and ran down her neck and chest, vanishing 
beneath the tight leotard, and reappearing between her muscular jumper's 
thighs.  Some of the blue fur was also visible on her soft ass, due to 
the immodest cut of her outfit, and more blue-white fur covered the 
underside of her teardrop-shaped tail which protruded through a hole cut 
and hemmed in the rear of the leotard.

	The two girls set their heavy burdens down on the floor and squealed 
happily as they noticed Frelic approaching, with both Shaasta and Hansen 
in tow.
	Thissle and Karma took turns smothering the two with long, deep 
embraces, with the traditional exchange of fondling squeezes on each 
others' bottoms, and a series of tender kisses on cheeks and mouths, and 
then more hugs.  "Where have you two been?" Karma scolded them, "We've 
been worried sick about you for the past month, ever since we received 
word of your capture."
	Before either Shaasta or Hansen could answer, Thissle jumped in with 
more scolding questions, "And what's with those pretty collars?" she 
asked, "And more importantly, where are your clothes?"
	"Our clothes as well as everything else we had at the time were 
confiscated by the slavers that took us," Hansen replied, then added, "Duh!"
	"As for where we've been this past month," Shaasta said, "Sitting in a 
pet shop, waiting to be sold is where we've been."
	"Ooh," they both gasped, "that sounds exciting."
	"In more ways than one, I can assure you," Hansen added, giving them a 
sly wink and a smirk.
	"And the collars?" Thissle asked again.
	"That's a bit of a long story," Shaasta warned them.
	"Let's retire for a bit to our suite, and I will tell you all about 
it," Frelic suggested.  He then picked up one of the shopping packs, 
Thissle took the other, and Hansen gathered up his Master's robe and 
belt, then they all headed up the stairs to their suite.


-- Scarletdown
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