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When she turned her head to see the silk nightgown thrown on the floor, her face flushed again involuntarily. The man had a bad habit of doing things roughly, always ripping off her clothes careless... flushed red, his breathing rapid and obvious, but he didn't touch her at all. If she hadn't known for sure that he had drunk that cursed wine, if she hadn't known beforehand what the drug would do, s...