<b><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(147, 101, 184)"><u>"Kay" Stevens</u></span></b><br/>Kay gives Loowan a fairly firm handshake while nodding.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(147, 101, 184)">"Oh. So... yeah that uh... that explains a few things. I guess. Must get kinda awkward just like.. what, I guess watching people from closets? Or... OK yeah, I guess the whole 'ambassador' thing makes sense too. Helps to have like, a wingman to find couples who are kinda into the whole thing where someone's watching. And yeah, I guess a bunch of hot chicks in skintight rubber are gonna draw that crowd out... sorry again if I'm coming off rude or gross with this. Kinda just... one of those thinking out loud days."</span><br/><br/>She notices the slime dripping off her hand and glances around briefly for a box of tissues or something before trying to discretely rub if off onto her thigh.<br/><br/>Looking back at her hand to see if she mostly got it off, she asks<span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(147, 101, 184)">"So... that bit about 'strange effects...' like... are we talking like a toad licking thing or getting paralyzed? Like, if I don't wash this hand right before eating a sandwich or something, is that really gonna mess me up?"</span><br/><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(147, 101, 184)"><a class="username" data-user-id="7397" data-username="@Haluesen" data-xf-init="member-tooltip" href="https://bluemoonroleplaying.com/community/members/7397/">@Haluesen</a> </span>