The'kal listened to Vhal carefully and let Order speak first.<span style="color: #666600">"Ras and Amere would take her, as much as you loathe Ras you'll not find a more devoted father. Ophidian and Kitori might not be able to take on a third child right now..."</span>She focused on Ras for a moment then scanned his home.<span style="color: #666600"> "You would have a sister of the same age, two older siblings, and some of the world's most powerful people raising and protecting you. Ah..." </span>She tapped her chin and looked at Order before approaching Vhal.<span style="color: #666600"> "My son, Ras, and his harem will take you in. You'll have good food, kind women, siblings, a patient teacher, and a father who would give you the very world if he could."</span>Order would know that The'kal hadn't consulted either Ras or anyone else about adopting the girl but she was still confident in her son.<br/><br/>The'kal grinned wickedly and shook her head.<span style="color: #666600"> "I do a lot of things I shouldn't but here we are. You're pink, my son is going to have three more children and I haven't told him yet, and I'm going to fuck your wife's mouth with a dildo made of juice." </span>Before either could question her, the juice dumped on her floated off of her body and formed into the shape of a sizeable cock. Smiling, she took her new toy and pounced on Vestla to pin her to the soft ground.<span style="color: #666600">"This should taste more like fruit... I think. I've- never mind, I can't simplify it but it should taste like a strawberry."</span>She rubbed the toy over the Sayaad's lips with a soft 'ah' and slowly pressed the tip into her mouth. The juice was now almost completely flavorless, there was a light hint of sweetness but it lacked the smell to properly simulate a fruit juice.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>