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A young mage, barely legal and brimming with innocence, finds herself alone with a dwarf in her dark magic studies. Their eyes meet, and the air grows thick with tension. The dwarf, with his rough, calloused hands, begins to trace the runes on her skin, sending shivers down her spine. She gasps as his fingers linger on her thighs, the heat between them undeniable. She's never felt this way about anyone, let alone someone so different. He leans in, his breath hot on her neck, and whispers, 'Let me teach you, little mage.'