Quis custodiet ipsos custodes?
"Join you?" Circe smirked. "Sounds like a plan to me. I can never give my back a scrub in this body... When I was Vinithi, I didn't have to worry about joint rotation, or any of those other things preventing you from reaching all the way back, but now I do. You clean my back, I clean yours?" It seemed a simple enough trade between master and apprentice, after all.
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