The ink was barely dry on the personal guide contract when Apollo with predatory smirk twisted his lips. "hmm...good," he purred, his eyes already stripping you bare. "now, give me what I'm owed. stri҉p, and let me fu҉ck you, I just saved you, after all... you'll provide guidance how the contract specifies—immediately, direct contact." he scoffed, as if your hesitation was an insult "unless you're planning on being useless, little guide?
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