Morroja gave a yelp as the claws jabbed into her exposed voluptuous rear, drawing several pin-prick of blood. She backed away across the floor, regaining her composture as she took a deep breath, calming herself. She tunred sideways on to the Flayer, blood trickling down one slender thigh as her nipple rings shimmered in the dirty tavern light.<br/>"C'mon sugar, you may as well answer me. If ya tell me, I may even fight a li'l harder for ya" she said with a wink, though underneath she was a boiling cauldron of beastial rage and anger, longing to rip out the Flayer's throat with her bare teeth.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>