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Ragnar sat in his chambers, the dimly lit room illuminated only by a few candles and the light of the full moon shining through his window. He watched intently as ten young women filed into the room, each more beautiful than the last. They were all wearing long robes that covered them from head to toe, but he could sense their excitement as they lined up before him.

He smiled knowingly at them, their eyes darting between him and each other nervously. Slowly, he nodded his head towards them, signaling for them to begin. One by one they began to untie their robes with trembling hands until finally they stood before him wearing nothing more than thin slips of fabric that barely concealed their curves.

Ragnar slowly stood up. He began to slowly walk around them, his gaze lingering on each of them in turn. He walked over to the first girl, letting his eyes linger on her body. He could feel the anticipation radiating from her as he stepped closer. Reaching out, he took hold of the thin li