Her day’s work shows in the muscles, aching under her skilled hands. Deliver the warmth in measured doses. Now rub everything through. A sigh of pleasure is heard. At last—though it’s been impossible to get this stubborn one into bed. After all, it’s an order—an unambiguous order from the gentleman: drag this dull soldier into the little bed and seduce him with your magnificent curves. Because the whole army dreams only of its commanding officer and supreme sorceress. Though here in the duchy she is, alas, only second. Or—on the other hand, thank the gods that she’s second? And they made it! They made it…