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Kris just bothered with underwear, casting an illusion over himself so people wouldn't complain about indecency. He talked to the cook and had dinner planned, along with ice cream for dessert. It seemed he didn't have much clothing for his little slave, something he'd need to fix. Then he went back to his room. There were a set of doors leading to a balcony that he walked through. The balcony had a ledge, thick enough for him to hop up and sit on. He tucked his knees up, staring out at the gardens below, deep in thought.
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