Chapter Thirty Six

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Friday night . . .

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Shamira was sitting in the main hall of Shane's impressive estate. She hadn't been sure what the dress code was for meeting future house-member, and she'd fretted so much that Clara had actually been forced to get out of bed and help her come up with a suitable outfit.

It was strange, but Shamira seemed to be sleeping in Clara's room so often that a lot of her clothes, costumes, and personal items had made their way in there. She wondered if she was intruding too much on Clara's personal space? 'She hasn't said anything,' Shamira thought.

Shamira was dressed in a flowing black skirt from the waist to the ankles, with a bare midriff, and a black-silk vest that stretched around her ample bosom.

Her hair was actually out of its braid, flowing down over her submissive collar and muscular shoulders. She'd taken no small amount of pride at the approving glances that she'd gotten from her co-workers.

"Nerv