She covers you in the prettiest deceptions, so you let her. It's not wool over your eyes; it's the richest silk in all the lands. She can afford that. She is rich. She buys you, your affection, your devotion. But when the sweet words and the shiny things stop pouring in, where will you be? What will you think without her charms to cloud your mind? And what will she look like to you, naked but for her lies?
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