Well Tell Her That I Miss Our Little Talks

Lithe bodice would propel the babe in the direction of the male from Lentajin. Or, he had fallen from there hadn't he! Oh yes, he wore the distinct smell of some other group of whores. How amusing! The lady would change her course toward's his own, lurking in the shadows, analyzing him. He had indeed lost his rights to her at one point, but the fact of the matter was, she had said she would come to let him collect, was the call there? A light chuckle echoed in the depth of her throat and the sultry harpy danced towards him in an attempt to thrust her figure against his side, casting a loving lick along his nape. "Segar, how serendipitous, turns out I'm a bit horny, wanna help?" She purred. Would it be much harder to tempt the brute, would she have to beg and plead? Would he beat her for her whorish ways? She only prayed.