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You prop your elbow on the table, hand casually covering your mouth, and scan the restaurant. The table he chose is far in the back, with the most under-lit mood lighting, and the most privacy. You wonder how long he's been planning this for.
Other diners don't notice what's happening - or pretend not to, at least. Maybe they really don't notice. In the bid for more secrecy, Sylus had excused himself from the table to the bathroom with a smug smirk. And then, with the familiar caress of his Evol, appeared underneath the table and its heavy draped cloth.
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- Part 217 of Love and Deepspace Fics