With every word from Bahiyya's seductive lips, Tamaska found herself feeling more light-headed. It was more than just the knowledge that she was going to be part of a harem, but more so the thought of further training and time spent with the alluring demoness. The priestess' mind raced at all the possibilities it could think of and knew that she had nowhere near the perversion that Bahiyya possessed.<br/><br/>Her eyes focused and she stared in awe at the sight spread before her. The airship was an immense and grandiose thing and it looked practically tame when set against the splendor that she saw before her now. Even the spectacle that had been Dalaran had not stolen her breath quite like this view had. The rather sheltered troll's mouth dropped open at what would apparently be her new home. She had never imagined, never mind seen, such decadence. She could not understand. The castle was an enormous structure but this seems too big to fit everything that she was seeing.<br/><br/>Her awestruck expression only became worse when she saw the people. Her head swam simply trying to look at all of them and take in what she was seeing. Her cheeks flushed and she nibbled at her lower lip. Compared to these gorgeous people she wondered what Emberspike and Bahiyya had seen in her. What could she possibly provide that none of these stunning specimens could? Some of the beings she saw were things that she had never seen but only heard stories of. Her eyes drifted to the Naga woman and the Satyr man in particular, having heard many stories about the races but not having anything more than that to go on.<br/><br/>All in all though, it seemed very mundane and relaxed. It was an odd thing but still the priestess was overwhelmed, blushing deeply and trying to not think about anything sexual. All she could do was tear her eyes away and stare at the floor. That ended abruptly when Bahiyya called out. Eyes darted up and scanned to find who it was that Bahiyya's seductive voice had called out to. The elf was beautiful in a delicate way, and immediately thought of snow. Sterre was beautiful, fragile and pale. Tamaska was not terribly muscled herself but physically she could imagine besting the elf without much trouble. The contrast between Sterre and her companion was almost shocking to the eyes. The smooth black skin, the height and the immense curves of the Draenei had Tamaska gaping with eyes wide. She had seen a few Draenei but none like Ife. All she could do was stare as the others approached.<br/><br/>The elf's cool tone was expected but Ife's reaction was most definitely not. About the same time as Kumar abandoned her, Tamaska let out a startled squeak and was promptly scooped into Ife's powerful arms. She felt like the larger woman would simply crush the life out of her. She knew that the Draenei was simply very happy to see her and she found herself blushing at the feeling of being wrapped in Ife's arms and crushed to her abundant chest. Amid the rather enjoyable assault, the troll could only listen to the instructions that the succubus gave and her heart started pounding at the thought of the Baron wanting to have her. Even crushed in the warm embrace, she felt a chill run up her spine. The baron frightened her and if he could keep even demons in line then he must truly be a frightening man.<br/><br/>Even when she was held out at arms' length, dangling in the air, the priestess could not suppress a smile. Ife was so sweet and more than a little naughty, she concluded after the unabashed stare at every curve she possessed. Another blush darkened her face at the exchange between Ife and Bahiyya, only to worsen at Bahiyya's request. Those amber eyes flicked to Ife and then to Sterre and the looks they gave had her fidgeting. Ife was still eyeing her up and Sterre seemed to be judging her like an animal for purchase. She noticed Sterre's gaze shift for a second and tensed, not sure what had caught her attention. Another squeal escaped those still bruised lips when Bahiyya's hand swatted her bottom with deceptive strength, leaving a stinging handprint in its wake.<br/><br/>With that the laughter retreated, leaving the three women and Kumar, wherever he had fled to, in the lobby. Tamaska felt dirty standing before the two immaculate women and fidgeted nervously.<span style="color: indigo"> "W-well, I am Tamaska but I gather that you already knew that. I must say that it is a pleasure to meet you both... Um, I do hate to be rude but is there any place to wash up? I am feeling quite dirty."</span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>