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The Prince teaches me some more complex phrases while we are in the bath rooms. It's late when he tells me it's time to go back and have the last meal. He flatly refused to teach me words to offend, but I believe my request amused him a little.

As we were getting dressed to leave the pool he showed the slightest bit of decorum and turned his back to me while I slipped into my temporary robe. One thing he didn't fail to mention on our way back to his private rooms.

— The modesty of females on the continent never ceases to surprise me.

- I believe. Your people don't have any,” I comment as I look at our feet on the stone floor.

Mine, small and barefoot, and yours, huge and wearing black leather boots.

— Why would we? Why should we hide?

I open my mouth and nothing comes to mind other than a loose phrase that I've repeated so much that I think it's lost its meaning. Still, I apply as much intensity to it as I can.

— Because our bodies are sacred.

—Does your goddess preach chastity?

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