Watching the monstrosity emerging from the portal was a Fae dressed in a far less elaborate outfit. Perhaps inappropriately so depending on the judge.
He had donned his dancer's silks in a palette to suit the falling leaves and crisping air, black, burnt orange, crimson, and cream. His body...
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