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A half hour came and went, and Autumn disappeared into the back with several bottles. Another half hour later, at the time Autumn said she was off, a mare said from behind the unicorn in a rather familiar voice asked in a sultry tone, “so, you want to start the dance on the floor, or just jump straight to the horizontal?” Should she turn, Ley would find Autumn just behind her, the taller statuesque earther smirking at the unicorn in a rather wicked manner.