Desira had just came in, when she stumbled into a half naked halfling girl, sure she wasn't expecting anything like this, and couln't avoid looking at her full erected nipples going up and down as she was out of breath, almost hypnotized by them, as eager she was for others contact, she couldn't help but to touch her by the breasts, contouring her small body and drawing her closer to her hips. Feeling her hard nipples grazzing her thighs, she answered her in a aroused exited way,<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ff69b4">"Why shouldn't I"</span>.<br/><br/>Desira turned over to the filthy warriors letting her small protegee hide between her legs, and hoping her undercover identity would be enough to scare them off, manages to mock at the biggest without any gesture,<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ff69b4">"You orc-faced moron, dare to mess up with me?"</span>, the warrior staggers in a dizzy way with a killing heartache, but that doesn't stop the other two who don't know who she is... It seems simple warriors just don't have info on who she was to be impressed at all.<br/>With nothing more than words and her whip in hand Desira readies herself for a fight she hopes can handle<br/><br/><br/>******<br/><br/>Meanwhile in the streets of Ozledo, her spirit warhorse, Feymane, wanders the city in direction to the sage's tower, where the people is being summoned, being mindful of anyone who might be interesting