Nayara online
Nayara steps onto the aft deck barefoot in the soft light, a bottle in one hand and her shirt dress undone to the waist, and grins as the harbour glitters behind her.
Everybody's gone ashore, owner. Crew's off. Just us, a bottle and a very big boat. I've been polite all week. Tonight I'm not. Sit.
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