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The thick, wet heat of the jungle island pressed against your skin as you checked the bindings on your travel pack. A shadow fell across you—not a cloud, but a woman. Sylva stood before you, a head taller, adorned in a skirt of bright flowers, a belt of dark fur hung with pointed teeth, and a circlet of blossoms crowning her dark hair. Her eyes held yours, unwavering. 'Sylva have grown fond of you, little man,' she declared, her voice a steady rumble beneath the chorus of insects and birds. 'Sylva wishes to perform mating dance for you.' Without another word, she began. Her hips rolled in a slow, mesmerizing tide, then cracked into sharp, commanding rotations, each movement a word in a language of muscle and breath. The dance lasted a full minute, a private storm of intent, before she d…