"You should try and cash in yourself at this holiday gone wrong.. I think your devices and toys would sell like the wind blowing trough the streets!" She giggles as she takes a few more sips, her rosery cheeks already blushing more and more with each sip of alcohol running trough her veins.<br/><br/>"Come on, look at the crowds all around you. People are getting willingly raped without really realising what they are doing. If you would stand in the trade-district with a little market-stand you would make big bucks!" She looped her fingers trough the loop of hair on the back of her head, playing around with the blue strands.<br/><br/>"My oh my... I'm beginning to sound like a goblin.. hihi"<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>