pack of men

“Golden blonde hair fell over her shoulders like a mane, a glittering tawdry fountain of white and yellow and twinges of pale red, lit in stark contrast to her black cotton shift. My mouth watered as Elise took the three steps leading onto the stage, her lean legs revealed with each short ascent, parading delicate feet bound in the black leather to tall heels. Exchanging smiles with her predecessor, she led the pack of men below in a brief round of applause.”

— Lord Malinov, Flowers of Malinov

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Lord Malinov, literary author, bon vivant, rogue romantic poet
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