<span style="color: #a64dff">"Then if- no, when I start my singing career we can celebrate by letting you shower me with new clothes. I'm sure the tailors and leatherworkers would enjoy it too." </span>She pouted but took a seat.<span style="color: #a64dff"> "But you smell nice and I like hugging you. Is that really considered improper among your kind?"</span>She took her cup and sipped at it slowly.<br/><br/><span style="color: #0000ff">"Good, I can't squeeze you like you need to be squeezed right now... you're crying and I can't comfort you. I can barely even talk, this body feels so slow and heavy." </span>She leaned in close to Order and rested her head on the goddess' shoulder.<span style="color: #0000ff"> "Okay. I'll be as patient as I can be, but I... feel like I'm moving in water."</span><br/><br/>Vyre rocked an eyebrow when Ashia confessed her thoughts to her and slowly turned around in her arms to look up at her.<span style="color: #8000ff">"Well truth be told, I've wanted to fuck you as a woman for a long time. But making you carry a clutch? Mmm, that will have to be a serious conversation for later but I won't say no to it. In fact I kind of like the idea."</span>She nodded and kissed Ashia lovingly.<span style="color: #8000ff"> "Carry me and your precious daughter to the couch and hold us in your arms. I want to look at that egg for a while. You have all the time in the world to think of a ring to give me, my love, and I'll wear it with pride with Ana's. Of course later, I didn't mean right now when you're still so upset. We'll get them sorted out so you don't have this burden on your heart any longer than you need to."</span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>