Ellora was about to argue the fact that he was using a letter that no longer had any space to add tiles to, but then it also took her way too long to notice the fact that he pulled and placed waaay more than the seven tile limit. A free-for-all it is then. “Skilled, huh?” By this point she let her eyes wander for a moment, smirked, but then brought her gaze right back to her tiles. Taking another sip, rather a few more gulps, of her wine, she placed more tiles on the board, using one of the L’s she spelled out the word “primal.” “Technically, alone, primal is not a dirty word, but it’s quite a fun adjective to describe some types of lovemaking.”