'Sokar''<br/><br/>Phosphoria licked her lips and spoke his name almost as if she tried to taste its exotic origin. She wasn't at all phased by the toothy grin the Troll had given her. If ever, she seemed to shuffle coyly on her chair, bringing the stool a little closer to close the gap in between them.<br/><br/>''My name is phosphoria, but friends call me phos. Will you be my friend tonight?''<br/><br/>She winked at him once more, and sought for her drink on the bar without losing eye-contact. She even brought the tiny frivolous straw to her cherry-red lips and began sucking the golden liquid from her glass with eloquent sips.<br/><br/>''I think my drink is almost empty, and my coins have almost run out. Perhaps you could do me a favour tonight, I'll promise I'll return it in a way you will find ever-so pleasing...''<br/><br/>Her free hand slowly trailed over his knee, up to his thigh until her warm palm rested over the middle of his loincloth.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>