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Argider adjusted the collar of her blouse for the fiftieth time that hour, her nerves gnawing at her like an overly enthusiastic squirrel.
She paced the garden path, kicking at a stray pebble, muttering under her breath. The task loomed in her mind like an obnoxious banner: Develop sexual intimacy with Faeralys.
The system had really outdone itself this time. Wasn't it enough that she was trying not to drown in a sea of wives? Now she had to… what? Woo the third one like some fumbling novice?
"You look ridiculous," came Faeralys's voice from behind. It was sharp and amused, like the edge of a blade catching sunlight.
Argider whipped around, startled, and immediately tried to compose herself. "I do not look ridiculous. I'm… strategizing."
