Once the formalities were over, it was time for the actual ceremony to start. Unlike on earth, this one was more intimate.
Basil opened the door of his private quarters. It was an 8-room apartment with two bedrooms, a large bathroom with a hot tub and most importantly – doors that she could unlock at any time.
Obtaining tradition, Basil lifted his bride over the porch and took her in. She looked around, seeing all of their wedding gifts stacked chaotically in the middle of the living room. The party was over, but the night was not. A guest waited in the main bedroom. A very important guest. Cassandra took a deep breath and proceeded to the bathroom. There, still dressed in the elegant bridal dress and with heavy make-up, she squatted to pull a cloth from her ass. It was dirty with fecal matter clearly visible. She held it up with only two fingers, with her face contorted in disgust. Carefully, she found the most smeared part and wiped it over her white, shiny tee
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