Amaranth was sitting in the compy lab, idly trying to figure out how to actually type with a keyboard instead of gazing through crystal balls like she would have back home. She was wearing a sandwich board as her token attempt at clothing. On the back of the board had been written a sign that read
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New tips always welcome!
Why Dieter had come in, signed up, and not said anything was a mystery.
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Then he read the sign.
"Young lady!" He yelled, scandalized beyond belief. "You shouldn't advertise such things!" And upon realizing that the sign was all she was wearing, "and put on some clothes!"
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Dwight Schrute
Be thorough and ignore my protests to stop. Dubious consent is one of my kinks.
Luckily, she never noticed that he had been behind her, or that he signed someone else up.
He quickly moved to the doorway, making it look like he just came in and saw the sign. "Interesting."
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Irritated, he removed a ballpoint pen from his breast pocket and wrote:
Vislor Turlough
I have a small penis so I need all the help I can get.
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His explorations of the castle had finally brought Bond to the compy lab, and it had been worth the trip. Watching Amaranth work the keyboard made him want to step in and lend a hand. "Do you need help with your fingering?" he asked her, motioning towards the keyboard.
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Get a taste of religion. Lick a nymph.
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"You start like this." He placed his left hand over hers, positioning the fingers on the home row. "Then the other hand goes here." Bond slid his right hand between her arms and guided her other hand. The tight space meant that his shoulder was pressed up against her. "When you've got your fingers in the right place, everything is much quicker and easier."
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"Hej. Looks like you found a solution to the clothing dilemma. Clever!" The compliment was sincere.
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