I live in Oklahoma, this isn't exactly a den of tolerance. So for reasons inescapable I have to keep my shemale lust to myself.
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This was Coldharbour, where Molag Bal was Prince. It appeared to Zenas as if it were a future Nirn, under the King of Rape, desolate and barren, filled with suffering. I could hear Morian Zenas weep at the images he saw, and shiver at the sight of the Imperial Palace, spattered with blood and excrement.
- The Doors of Oblivion
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