<span style="color: red">"It's not confidence. Just as you can disappear into the night if you stand still, I can manipulate and read data in all forms. Following a recipe isn't difficult."</span>Nalo grit her teeth and shook her head, then closed her eyes and took another drink of her tea.<span style="color: red">"I would hold her and never let her go... I wasn't emotionless and I wasn't a machine. I was created from the bodies of dead or dying Draenei, enhanced with the best technology available to my people after the crash. Biological material recycled and used to create me and my sisters. My head and spine were a... I don't know how to describe it to you. Think a machine built to handle data, information, I can also convert walls into screens to display said information."</span>Nalo looked back at Shelleeana and smiled.<span style="color: red">"I was making almost six hundred gold per impregnation back in Silvermoon. Double in special cases. Would a moonlit cruise around the city, alone with me, not count as a special case? See, wealthy women, Humans especially, always enjoy... exclusivity. In Silvermoon they had a waiting list, a large office with just a desk and a bed, nothing that made being with me feel special. It'd be a waste to not take full advantage of my body, and I don't need to create hundred new mothers, I have clientle already, women who already crave my talents. I can build a new harem, buy a few ships, with decent taxes we're looking at a small but steadyincome for the city. And no Aliance involvement."</span>Nalo took another drink and smiled again.<span style="color: red">"Sex sells, friend.</span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>