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"Senju-sama. Uchiha-sama. A token of our appreciation."
The Hatake leader clapped, and two beautiful women sauntered out on either side of him.
"They will be your entertainment. Rest well. We shall commence with the talks tomorrow morning."
The two women beckoned seductively. Madara widened his eyes at Hashirama.
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"Those girls were really nice!" Hashi said, to an exhausted Madara, who could barely sleep through the giggling and gossiping in the thin-walled room next to his (sex stories. All they were talking about were sex stories. Then they went into graphic detail explaining to Hashi the mechanics of intercourse).
At the treaty signing, Senju Hashirama was the picture of male virility, while Madara stared bleary-eyed at the table.
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"So, ladies," Hashirama said. The women giggled. "Are we alone?"
Madara rolled his eyes as the women nodded. Hashirama clapped his hands and transformed.
The women gasped. "Wait a second - you're not a man?"
"Ha ha, no! Sorry about the disguise. I wasn't going to sleep with you."
"Oh thank god. You have no idea how relieved we are - every time we entertain, we always have to sleep with them."
They glanced at Madara.
Madara snapped, "I don't care and I wasn't going to, I'm going to my room."
"Goodnight, partner!" Hashi called out. He banged shut the rice paper door. Hashi smiled. "He's always grouchy, don't mind him," Hashi said.
