<span style="color: #666600">"The guards are just doing their jobs, you can't be mad at them." </span>The'kal moved off to the side to let Ashia focus fully on the woman who tentatively stroked the top of Ashia's head.<span style="color: #0000ff"> "Then I'll take you to them, we can all work to support ourselves, we just need a chance. And the guards don't care about us, sometimes they come by trying to get laid but they usually leave with dented helmets or broken fingers. You won't be bothered."</span><br/><br/>Elerona frowned as she was stopped then stood up as well with a shrug.<span style="color: #5900b3">"This goes back to you failing to understand the concept of passion and things said in the middle of it... Well?"</span>She strolled over to Flora and kissed her hard.<span style="color: #5900b3"> "I'm not satisfied yet and I can't imagine you are, so how about a compromise? Let me sit up to grope and kiss you, and you can continue to ride me at the pace you choose. You set the pace, but I get to touch you."</span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>