barely audible harangue

“Nothing ever happens here,” she whined. “And stop looking at her chest. That’s such a slutty shirt, just disgusting.” The barely audible harangue made it impossible to ignore the fact that she also wore a very low-cut, somewhat transparent blouse. Apparently she believed in a line defined by some subtle difference in decolletage.

Lord Malinov, Song of Songs

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