"Hold on just a minute!" you snap, springing to your feet. "What do you mean, 'returning to my own world?'"
Aaliyah freezes, her eyes darting to the floor.
"I' meant only that, as a hero of your stature, your true home is the wilderness of high adventure, not the comfortable security of the Harem. That is where you are heading, is it not? On another adventure?"
You glare suspiciously at the slave girl. It is true that the constructs of this virtual world do have an annoying tendency to speak in a pseudo-elevated style, full of ambiguous embellishments and figurative flourishes. Her choice of words may have been a simple coincidence...
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