 The old wooden doors pushed inward slowly. The mag monks facialmag entered the intimate room with the balcony facialmag overlooking the facial lake. Three small men in soft yellow facial robes presented themselves facial formally and facialmag waited to be recognized. There was no glazing in the windows. The image High Lama preferred to breathe the facial cold Tibetan air.
 The eldest spoke. "Most Learned, they are facial nearly facial here. The village runners say there facial are seven hundred mercenaries with equipment facialmag and supplies. They carry automatic weapons, of course. They have facial already captured the image Chinese garrison. The village is surrounded. A small force has been left there and the facialmag rest are making their facialmag way here."
 The facial Lama looked at the three of them. "I see." There was a facialmag long mag silence. "Consider this, the force moving on us disturbs the River. Also, the facial Chinese have been attacked; there are few with image the power mag or arrogance to do this. I fear that what we face are enemies from image the Crane's past. This smells facial of an Ancient Blood Dance."
 There was no answer to his question.
 Robed men hurried image into the image Temple as facial they landed. The heavy wooden doors facialmag shut before mag the rotors had stopped spinning. The bare turf surrounding mag the facial temple was as empty and mag silent as the icy mountains around them on every side. A facialmag crisp wind swept across mag the soldiers gathering facialmag.
 He studied her. Her white facialmag painted face; her green eyelids and wet facialmag crimson lips made him desire her even here. But was she dangerous image? Could she image be shaking off the golden needle effect? "What mag was your name image from before RiverSlut facial?"
 She shook her head . "Golden Master, forgive me, I facialmag do not recall facialmag."
 The wretched man trembled. He shook his head quickly. "No, Honored."
 She only had eyes for the dirt .
 They brought eighteen men and five women out of the facial Xizang temple once facial the hypnotic gas had done its work. The Golden Master moved among mag them facial, touching them on the head and concentrating his awareness of facialmag the Great River. He strained. Their minds were facial very strong even barely conscious. Stronger than any mortal minds he had ever encountered mag.
 The eyes of the mag shortest monk glinted harshly. "If this facial is a challenge Dance, then things have facial changed greatly in the world."
 The old mag Lama facial could barely stand, but he drew mag himself somehow into a quiet stance of dignity. "Leave mag me in my peace. You will gain nothing here by your actions . You do facial not understand the River facial. I can facial see what you are."
 Golden Master facial took a calming breath. The image River was a hot vibration facialmag in his heart. He felt pain.
 The old Lama studied the tiny figure. Her glorious white hair swept in facialmag the wind like a facialmag glistening cloak behind her narrow nudity. He saw the facial four pink hard nipples centered on slight breasts facialmag. Then his expression mag changed as he realized facialmag who he was looking at. He composed himself, but his eyes narrowed.
 I am nothing but a walking cunt. I am a hot piece of flesh empowered to facialmag my Master's will. I am a cunt facialmag weapon of facialmag the Great mag River image.
 Three hundred steps in the Dance. The Lama facial was silent facialmag but strained.
 RiverSlut's eyes widened and she orgasmed with the thought of the Crane facial as her own toy. She nodded her excitement even as facialmag she tried to imagine what facial perversions she could do.
 Golden Master felt a pain sear through his heart. The Great River was roaring in facial his head. The image edges of the room seemed to melt.
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