“Demon,” she said. “I’m not going to have any dresses left if you keep destroying them.” “I’ll buy you new ones. I’ll buy you a market. I’ll get you your own tailor.” “Fine,” she said, and the dress didn’t stand a chance. It was ribbons in a second, and then his mouth was on her chest.”

“Demon,” she said. “I’m not going to have any dresses left if you keep destroying them.” “I’ll buy you new ones. I’ll buy you a market. I’ll get you your own tailor.” “Fine,” she said, and the dress didn’t stand a chance. It was ribbons in a second, and then his mouth was on her chest.”

— Alex Aster