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PREVIOUSLY: Channah and Húanglóng have agreed to resolve a disagreement between them by betting on a game of Perdition: Demonic Tarot. When Penny is upset to find her services anted up into the pot, Channah dares her to raise the stakes and fight for herself. The game is beginning with the serious business of betting enhanced by shameless teasing and cheating on the side. NOW:
Stake 1—Betting Their Asses
“As the hostess, it falls to me to call for the stakes. With the House whole,” Channah began, batting her eyelashes at her husband: “Sweetie dear, since you are offering a condition…”
Húanglóng responded, rolling his eyes: “Yes, dear. Channah, as stakes for this game, I offer the services of myself and two of my best vassals—their selection being subject to your veto—to spend exactly one week at Sademtsaowah using every ounce of our persuasive powers in good faith training every jariya you deliver to us there during the week we are committed to staying. And as a condition for inducing you to make a counter-stake, I renounce any claim that under our marriage contract, marrying chattel would change their status or their treatment.”
“Thank you, my love,” Channah smiled and reciprocated: “Húanglóng, as stakes for this game, I offer the services of my servants George, Jacob, Esmeray, Chastity, and Penance, with Fang’s consent Huifen—”
Fang quietly but audibly intoned “Consent.”
“and with Kadidia’s consent Boubacar—”
Kadidia likewise murmured “Consent.”
“In their present condition less any losses they incur during this esteemed game, for a period of exactly one week, with title and no restrictions of any kind except that you must return them in at least as good as the condition you received them, subject to normal wear and tear. I will deliver them to you without anything else, not so much as a stitch of clothing or a sip of water, if you can win more tricks than me before the House is unsealed.”
“Your counter is acceptable, and my offer is firm.”
“I accept it.”
“DONE!” they both cried, slamming their fists on the table.
“Well-met and well-bet!” came several approving cries from around the table.
Stake 2—Staked and Baked
Practically before the cheers were finished, Judas impatiently barked:
“As stakes for every trick of this game, I offer on behalf of the Lodge that every member of the team losing the highest-ranked card, take a deep draught. And as a condition for inducing the members of each team to agree, I propose every member of the Lodge finish a tankard or a bong before each deal and certify their compliance by pronouncing themselves ‘Staked and Baked’!”
“Seconded!” Húanglóng, Rivqah, and Kadidia all roared at once. “Vote!”
“Aye!” every demon at the table announced, and then immediately stared at Penny, whose jaw had dropped at the proposal and had to close her mouth before she gulped.
“Excuse me, Mistresses and Masters.” Turning to her teammates she asked “What do you think?”
While behind her came a chorus of loud boos and razz noises. Penny glanced back, looking indignant, and burst: “What?! Mistresses.”
“This isn’t a democracy!”
“Who do you think you’re playing with?!”
“I was told the rules—” more catcalls immediately drowned out Penny’s ability to speak, and almost, she capitulated, but noticing several players were laughing, Jacob looked pissed, Tiferet looked curious, and the human lovers looked resigned (and ignoring George’s confused expression), Penny frowned thoughtfully, turning back towards her teammates.
Before she could even articulate her question, Chas, with a gesture for her to hurry, said: “Yes! Yes! Of course!”
“Fine,” Esmeray agreed, unphased.
“Ah—Aye?” Penny said back to the table
“DONE!” Judas led a chorus comprised of everyone at the table except Penny, likewise leading the Lodge by slamming his fist down into the table.
“PRINCESS!” Channah bellowed.
“Done,” Startled, she rapped the table unconvincingly, earning another round of complaints.
Stake 3—Packed and Jacked
“Is this one as soft as she seems?” Judas demanded.
“She is!” Kadidia, Rivqah, and Miriam all chorused with various degrees of disparagement while Penny’s shoulders stiffened and Channah choked with laughter on the bong she was inhaling from.
Judas shook his head while Húanglóng barked, “I think I see where this is going! Doing—as you have asked—by applying my ingenuity to their training, I think we need to play by dragon rules. I propose we add the Dragon King rule for the duration of the game!” From their reactions, Channah and her handmaidens knew this rule, and would be likely to approve.
“I am not familiar with that,” Judas admitted, while several other players shook their heads to indicate the same.
“Point of order—” Penny raised her hand, being completely ignored by Húanglóng, who bellowed over her:
“I propose, starting immediately, that the starter of each deal be able to unilaterally change and add rules at the beginning of each deal!”
“I love it!” “Second!” “Vote!” various demons cried.
Penny seized a momentary silence to blurt out at high speed: “point-of-order-you-can’t-add-rules-the-first-round!” And then when the demons came up short, staring at her, she swallowed again. “Can you?”
Kadidia and Fang exchanged an amused, but intent look over Penny’s head that the girls would soon understand meant they were communicating through their minds. With a decisive nod, they both surprised Penny by sliding right up against her from either side, hooking their near arms under hers to push them behind their shoulders where they would be useless and locking them in place with their own arms, their near hands each reaching around Penny’s head to play with her hair and ears and giggling at her reaction.
“Hey!” Penny protested ineffectually. “Wha—you can’t—can you?!”
“Actually, we can, chattel,” Fang assured her. “As long as we don’t interfere with your game play—and since we haven’t even chosen the starter or the dealer yet, there’s no game to play—we can do—” she leaned in, brushing her lips over Kadidia’s hand and Penny’s ear to whisper: “whatever we want.”
“And make you do whatever we want,” Kadidia added, reminding her: “You’re still property of our Queen, and thus chattel to all the succubae. Chattel.” And then, seeing how Penny gasped, she reached her far hand around, nodding at Fang who followed her lead. Both of them placed their hands on Penny’s knees, and when she tried instinctively to snap them together, both succubae laughed, slipping their hands partway up Penny’s thighs and seizing them by their insides, pulling them insistently. “Are you… resisting, chattel?” her soft, pseudo-intimate suggestion hinting at closeness while being pitched loudly enough for the whole table to hear, provoking a round of expressions of surprise and mock-concern.
“No, Mistress,” Penny whined, deflating and yielding as the two succubae prised her knees apart and then gasping again in shock, amusing the other teams, as they deftly lifted them over their own knees.
Before their hands snuck back towards Penny’s crotch, almost making the poor girl hyperventilate.
“Don’t move them back unless we tell you to,” Fang whispered.
“No, Mistress!”
“Do you know what your Domina gave us?”
“No, Mistress?” Penny sounded uncertain and nervous.
“Access… privileges…” Fang hissed sensually, as her hand closed on Penny’s cage, squeezing it to command it to open and pulling it from her body, eliciting a deep, shocked breath that turned into a querulous squeal.
“She sounds scared!” Judas laughed. “Certainly not the reaction you’d expect from a girl lucky enough to have kept her cock. So far.”
“Oh, she doesn’t have a cock—look at it,” Fang simpered, leaning back so by leaning forward Judas could see it.
With a surprised sound, he laughed: “Point taken!”
“But her clitty is very. Hard,” Fang purred.
“And it is cute,” Kadidia teased.
“I’d warn you she hasn’t been allowed any cummies in some time and she’s close to popping but…” Channah shrugged.
“Oh, it’s obvious,” Kadidia laughed.
“Open your mouth,” Fang commanded her quietly; and then: “Wider.” And when Penny obeyed, she pushed the cage, and the hem of Penny’s dress, between her teeth, commanding her to “Hold those fast!” This, and the way they were holding her arms behind them and her legs on top of theirs, had two salutary effects: The first, of putting Penny completely on display for the very salacious attentions of her admirers, and the second, of shutting Penny up.
Fang held up a single finger, her index finger, so close to Penny’s face her eyes crossed, and then slowly and dramatically, dropped it between Penny’s legs, tickle-stroking her clit from one end to the other, eliciting a forceful, helpless squeak and a helpless shudder that caused the entire crowd to erupt in delight. Her face turned red and she writhed and shuddered helplessly under the intensity of Fang’s one, delicate, carefully-applied fingertip, entertaining the Lodge even as it embarrassed her. Most of all, it embarrassed her she couldn’t help her body’s (and if she could admit it to herself, her soul’s) responses to the things that were done to her, no matter how much she tried. It made her feel like a scandalous, sinful little hussy, and she was afraid it revealed her to be exactly that.
“What do you think… shouldn’t your team vote to play Dragon King Perdition? Hmm baby?”
“You know we’d think up ever such sensual and obscene pleasures a scandalous, sinful little hussy like you would adore!”
Penny made a sharp, screeching sound of protest as the room erupted in cruel laughter, mortified and dismayed to have her own thoughts—thoughts she wished she could stop herself hearing, or better yet even having—broadcast to the roomful of people around her.
“And I think we could add rules in the first round,” Kadidia managed to make it sound like something she’d just decided this moment, as her finger began brushing over Penny’s taint, slipping insidiously between the rising globes of her buttocks to explore and tease where they had not been invited. But Penny’s face and labored breath and glowing skin made it obvious to everyone in the room that she was incapable of offering resistance to any violation, however outrageous, if only her expert handlers were the ones to demand it of her. Her hips were starting to shift and roll, and the sounds she made when she breathed were becoming higher-pitched and harder. “Don’t you, ‘zuckerbär’?”
“Maybe—” Penny almost seemed to have forgotten her mouth was supposed to be holding her cage and hem; the dress didn’t fall far, but her cage would have fallen to the floor and rolled under the table if Fang hadn’t caught it and tossed it on the table before setting her hand back to work. “Domina Esmeray please—”
“Nooo,” her qahramanah promptly said, firmly and lyrically, as if it were the most obvious thing in the world but she was trying to explain it to a child. Pushing her knuckles into Penny’s back, she urged her: “Say ‘no’ or say nothing!”
“Yes Mistress—I mean, no! OHOWOWOWW!” her voice jumped an octave and several decibels as Kadidia’s teasing finger curled with her other fingers into a vise she clamped around Penny’s purse, twisting and pinching it brutally enough that Penny instinctively started bringing her legs together and trying to struggle out of their arms. But they just laughed, Kadidia wrenching all the harder and Fang turning her own gentle fingertip into a raking claw.
“Legs spread!” they both commanded at once, and with a whimper, and then sobbing, Penny made herself yield, her knees shaking with the effort to fight her own instincts while Kadidia continued to hurt her, confused further as Fang kissed her sweetly… and then Kadidia, aggressively.
Around them, the assault on Penny was bad news for everyone else of lower status. The wisdom of Tifaret’s proactive attentions to her Queen became more obvious—by anticipating her liege’s pleasure, she at least had some measure of agency over how she served it. Whether Channah was kinder to her than her handmaidens had been to the cambions because of her demonic purity, or because of her cleverness, was not entirely clear. But their particular cruelty to Jacob seemed confirmed by how Rivqah, almost idly, was turning and twisting the nipple clamps she had just affixed to him. Oliver’s fate, meanwhile, was somewhere in the middle: Standing rigidly, facing away from the table, to form a seat-back for Miriam.
Húanglóng, sitting on the other side of Fang, snarled, making a mildly disgusted gesture towards Penny, its mildness expressing more about his laid-back personality than his opinion of people: “You’re rewarding her! She’s clearly a nervous Nellie, a sour-faced Puritan, and even worse—a pedantic pseudo-intellectual! All at once!”
“Pseudo-intellectual,” Channah crowed. “Ouch! I’ll have you know I’ve invested in years of education for these three!”
“They’re shitting cattle! Swine before whom you’ve cast your pearls. ‘Pseudo’ at best, I’d say. And I can assure you, little Ms. Twit—” Húanglóng shook his finger at Penny accusingly “—if you so much as open your entitled little mouth while you’re reporting to me, I’ll fill it immediately with something that needs servicing! Speaking of which….”
Everyone who was a full-blooded demon was laughing, as Húanglóng leaned behind Fang to grab Huifen around her waist and Hong by her arm, pulling them both over to him and sitting them on opposite knees as they squealed and purred perfectly for him. “Seeing as how you’re not using these…”
Fang’s face revealed little or nothing, but it can be said she didn’t look enthusiastic, or necessarily even pleased, by the King’s—not even her King’s—helping himself to her property.
Húanglóng would not have noticed if she had been more expressive; he was already locking lips with Hong, who was giggling and moving her hand between his legs, while Huifen followed her Mistress’s lead, leaning over to kiss his neck and running her hand over his chest.
On the other side of Esmeray, Judas, complaining: “I’m not going to be the only one left out! You two!” he snapped his finger at Chastity and Boubacar. “Come get on my knees!”
Chastity felt her heart flutter; she just couldn’t tell why. She felt fear, primarily of the unknown, but she also felt excitement, from that, and the way Judas looked; which was normal enough—not like the Dragon King with his nearly divine charisma and size—but fit and well-maintained. And not the tiniest part of her was glad someone had at least picked her! A minute later, despite her embarrassment at being ordered around and used as a prostitute, and by a male no less, she also felt herself hardening , provoking a pleased chuckle from Judas when he felt it. It was a vile, nasty, dirty, delicious, daring excitement she’d become trained to without ever intending to; a shameful, wicked, thrilling feeling just on the cusp between craving and nausea, that she hadn’t felt with such force since her fagmaster had graduated a year ahead of her. It was a kind of a sick, conditioned thrill serving the succubae hadn’t juiced her with. Chastity didn’t know why, exactly; only that her reaction to being dominated by Judas was stronger and more confusing than serving Mayaan, or Channah and her Duchesses.
She blushed a brilliant tomato red. And she kinda liked it.
Obviously, she was not alone in her helpless and conflicted reactions to her treatment. Fang was whispering, with mock-disgust: “She’s leaking!” just as—miraculously from Penny’s point of view—Kadidia released her brutal hold on Penny, moving her hand to yank Penny forward by her leg until her bottom was hanging off the edge of the divan and only her legs and arms were holding her aloft. Fang giggled, blowing on Penny’s ear. “I’m not sure if I did this by exciting her, or you made her pee in fear! A little bit of both, I think.”
“Either way, it will have to do,” Kadidia rumbled, collecting it on her fingertip and immediately pushing her long, powerful middle finger against, and then inside, Penny’s bottom as she cooed helplessly. Her cry degenerated rapidly into a strange, delighted, strangled, gurgling sigh of a kind. She concluded, with a satisfied smirk: “How’s it feel to be packed and jacked, sweetie?” The question was taken as rhetorical by the other demons, who laughed and applauded.
“Don’t sway!” Esmeray—the only one of the humans and cambions not being actively used by demons—took advantage of her situation to protect her team’s interests. Alarmed, she growled, tapping Penny’s shoulder insistently from behind, seizing Penny’s neck with her other hand and pulling back on it so she could bite the back of her neck sharply to keep her attention focused. “Demand they sustain your point of order!”
“I—er…” Penny croaked, her legs straightening and her toes pointing over her captors’ laps as she shuddered slightly: “Sustained—me—please…”
Channah, laughing with the rest of them but quite serious, slammed her palms on the table and commanded, with a resigned tone: “Stop! She is not to cum!”
And as Fang and Kadidia abruptly withdrew, laughing in a conspiracy of glances, they revealed the wreck that was left of Penny, her eyes rolled up inside the lids of her eyes, her mouth hanging wide open and gasping, her head rolling from side to side, lying with her hands curled around Kadidia’s and Fang’s shoulders holding tight for dear life, her legs straight out and toes curling back in a hyperextended split, her whole body shuddering on her captors as her sensitive little clit throbbed with as much yang as it could muster between her legs.
Kadidia casually dipped and waggled her finger in Penny’s wine cup and fed it to her, quietly ordering her to clean it, repeating the action until she was satisfied her hand was pristine, as the conversation continued around them.
Stake 4—Orgasm Control
The whole table stared with fascinated suspense as Judas cried “A Hate she still comes!”
“I’ll cover that action,” Rivqah answered. “Idiot.”
“How little he thinks of succubae!” Miriam agreed.
“Bring it in-house!” Tifaret demanded, requesting that he not merely lay a side bet but add stakes to the game, as Penny’s shaking slowed.
“Hear hear!” several others chorused.
“Whoever makes her cum first—” Judas started, distracted for good reason.
“No! Boo!” came shouts immediately from most of the succubae around them, laughing and shaking their heads.
“What?”
“You are not going to reward anyone for making her cum!” Channah complained.
“Whyever not?”
“Males!” howled the succubae from every direction, and even Judas laughed guiltily.
“Really, as with any steer, it wouldn’t be much of a bet, would it?” Rivqah observed. “I mean…” she gestured towards the still-struggling, gasping Penny.
Tifaret snorted, almost spitting out a mouthful of wine. “The only question would be whether we’d accidentally tear her little clit off as we fought to touch it first!”
“A touch is all it would take!” Fang agreed, smirking down at Penny’s bobbing member. “Still! She’s a horny little bitch.”
“And more to the point,” Húanglóng yelled, “No cheapening of the stakes!”
“I would never!” Judas thundered. “You impugn me, sir!” And then immediately undermined his own indignation by murmuring: “What did I do?” revealing he clearly had no idea what Húanglóng was talking about.
“This steer is already a stake between Channah and I,” the dragon explained, “Any jariya, but especially a steer, is worth more quick than slack!”
“Well, I mean… a bull is worth more quick, surely?” Rivqah frowned.
“Not to me,” Judas scoffed. “I don’t need them hard. Not that it’s ever a problem….”
The original steer in question finally started to calm, breathing more regularly, her muscles slowly relaxing from bow-taut to slumped, with a forlorn expression that amused those who saw it.
“Oh, all right,” Judas conceded. “But if you want a prudish bet it will be better-formed by one of my viraginous sisters.”
“Damned right you are!” Kadidia agreed.
As it happened, it it was Esmeray who startled them all by making a not-very-modest proposal: “As stakes for the game, I offer on behalf of the Lodge that if any other team makes Penny cum, they have to clean it up with their tongues.”
The table erupted immediately with exaggerated objections before she was even finished: “No!” “Outrageous!” “She’s just a slave!” “She should reward us for that!”
So Esmeray had to raise her voice to finish her wager: “And if Penny or Chastity makes her cum, I’m going to fist them with the biggest item in their toybox and leave it inside the offender.”
The protests immediately trailed off as everyone at the table, while laughing or somehow managing not to, agreed that was fair. Well, everyone except Penny and Chas, who despite their respective distractions, were startled enough to stare at her in shock.
“I think that should protect your interests dear, and my plans,” Channah admitted. “Assuming, that is, Penny understands what we’re talking about?” Everyone immediately looked at Penny, whose expression was all the answer they needed. “I’d say she’s worked it out.”
Penny, afraid of being blamed for a demon’s work, could only manage: “Maybe it would be best if you—put my cage back on, Domina?”
As the players dissolved in laughter, Channah shook her head. “Certainly not! Esmeray, if you could learn to enjoy the interests of succubae you’d have a bright future at this game. That was an excellent wager. Now I feel torn between my plans for Penny and the bright spectacle of someone having to deliver! Exactly what this game is about!”
“Second!” called Kadidia, clarifying “the newly-proposed game stakes.”
Húanglóng, Rivqah, and Miriam all roared at once. “Vote!”
“Done!” shouted everyone at the table, except Penny again (if she could even be said to be “at the table” anymore), whose jaw had dropped at the proposal and who didn’t even turn to her teammates before instinctively beginning: “No!—” But Esmeray was ready for her, bringing her hand up from Penny’s neck to her mouth, covering it firmly and pulling the smaller woman back against her shoulder as Esmeray declared “Done,” in her usual businesslike way. Penny instinctively reached up to seize Esmeray’s hands, but then hesitated, and instead of fighting, she obediently held onto Esmeray’s arm, looking indignant but uncertain.
Chas thought about trying to stand up for her friend, expecting (or perhaps, more accurately, hoping) it was pointless, and feeling guilty for her silence.
Kadidia, however, did act—offering a fresh bong to Esmeray and suggesting: “This will fill her as well as a cock and better than your hand.” And when she saw Esmeray wasn’t following: “Use it for a pacifier on your zuckerbär.”
“She’ll choke on it,” Esmeray assured her. “And then probably throw up. On us, Mistress.”
“From what I’ve seen of the girl, she’s likely right,” Fang conceded. “Perhaps she should stick with the spiked wine.”
Kadidia considered for a minute, then looked thoughtfully at Channah, her lips curved upwards in amusement: “You want to keep your wives and your bed sweet, don’t you?”
“Perhaps 3 nights out of 4,” Channah allowed. “And rough the other one.” The demons roared with laughter. “But…” Channah’s eyes narrowed. “I expect they’ll need to be sweet with their clients more often than that. But never dull,” she emphasized. “Never dull in my bed or with their clients. I have whorehouses full of those.”
“The Germans have been experimenting with all manner of tinctures.”
“Alchemists?”
“Some of them, yes; others, physicians. A Swiss one, Theophrastus von Hohenheim,” she laughed “with a choleric temperament that continually gets him into trouble has invented a number of laughably toxic and other dangerous concoctions, including one called laudanum. But his ‘laudanum’ does contain one ancient and proven medicine, a most agreeable tincture of the poppy, which I like to blend with the tincture of Má.” She set a small bottle on the table filled with a dirty dark-brown liquid. “It can be diluted in wine or simply mixed with honey or blackstrap molasses. Although Boubacar’s training is so far advanced, he will eat the tincture by itself!” Kadidia laughed, not quite pleasantly. “Make her suck on this until it’s empty. You’ll see.”
And when Esmeray nodded, Kadidia rolled it into Penny’s mouth, as Esmeray raised her hand, lowering it back down and then jiggling it in Penny’s mouth as she looked down at her, drinking up her affront and submission like a drug. “You heard grandmother. Suck on it for mommy. I said—” and then, seeing Penny comply, she looked back up at the table, well pleased with herself.
Stake 5—Conspiracy of Silence
“Yes,” Miriam agreed, “It is good to silence a slave. To that end, for the benefit of and on behalf of the Lodge, I propose as stakes for the game that anyone who raises a point of order that a majority of the Lodge overrules has to spend the rest of the game as a—”
“Except dealing!” Channah interjected.
“The rest of the game except dealing, as naked furniture of choice for the starter team.”
It was seconded and done as quickly as it was proposed, Esmeray both agreeing and ensuring with a glance that Chas remained quiet and with her hand that Penance did. Although her eyes blazed with the injustice and unreasonableness of what was happening, Penny just clung to Esmeray’s arm, tears stinging her eyes.
Stake 6—Opposing Forces
Judas grinned evilly.
“Simply to keep the game interesting…”
“Oh, we must keep it interesting,” Channah agreed.
“On behalf of the Lodge, I propose as stakes for the trick that any team, including, ah—let’s see—Aristotle and Ms. Glower over there!” And he snapped his finger with his arm pointing toward Penny and Esmeray.
“Meoto,” Rivqah prompted, proposing one of Penny’s nicknames—chatterbox, which in Japanese also implied effeminacy.
“Yes! Meoto’s team! Any team with a member moving their flesh against Meoto’s clitoris and purse before the first card is played in each trick, may switch turn-order with anyone else for that trick.”
This proposal actually prompted a second of silence before people started responding. There were two “seconds,” but Miriam began hesitantly: “That… sounds like….” Then she shook her head. “Never mind.”
“It’s not a rule modification!” Judas insisted, knowing what she had been considering asking.
“Each party to the transaction is just agreeing they will switch their own place if they lose the bet, and since it’s a proposed rule for the lodge, everyone will have made the same agreement!”
“Plausible….” “I like it!” “Oh, come now, how can we resist?” The demons offered a variety of thoughts that fell somewhere between excuses and true agreements.
“Second, but only with the clarification that your flesh must be moving against hers at all times you’re touching,” Fang suggested, resting her hand familiarly—almost possessively—on Penny’s still bare lower belly, demonstrating by pushing and stroking her skin in a teasing game of proximity to Penny’s sex as she glanced at her victim and winked, before turning her attention back to the table, her hand lazily circling Penny’s belly and thighs and hips, as Penny froze like a deer in a bulls’-eye lantern, hardly breathing. “I don’t want any teams camping out on her flesh without taking a risk…”
Channah looked torn, but finally shrugged with the grudging suggestion of a smile. “Fine. It’s clever, Miss Fang. A delightful opposition of forces.”
Fang looked down at her victim and observed: “It may not be that much of a risk…. Your girl doesn’t seem to be much of an exhibitionist.”
“We’re working on her,” Rivqah offered spiritedly.
“Then your amendment—or ‘clarification’—is accepted and the stakes, so modified, offered again,” Judas announced, having it seconded and approved as quickly as in the previous round. “That’s what they call a ‘cum bet’ in Hazard.”
“And I supposed,” Fang drawled, “we’d call this little twig here a ‘cum bar’?”
“Precisely!”
Penny, in the arms of two different women, and yet in a counterpoise of her own, managed to look miserable and defiant all at once.
“Any other stakes?” Channah asked.
“Next round, certainly!”
“Then let’s play!”
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