Nyarien nodded and watched her sister sleep for a while. The young woman looking to be in the middle of a nightmare.<span style="color: #b30000">“She’s quite troubled. Are you sure a demon is the solution to her problems?”</span><br/><br/>When Isabell leaned in Rayne started to purr softly. She grinned wide and let out the softest of moans when her ear was licked.<span style="color: #a64dff">“If you think my body was gorgeous before an old friend healed me and restored my body to its previous glory. Ah, about the razor. I’ll maintain myself down there but I’ll need a good reason to shave it all. A very good reason.” </span>Rayne’s purr turned into a growl and she sat down on Isabell’s lap.<span style="color: #a64dff"> “Touch me. Slide your hands under my shirt, don’t look, just feel and imagine my muscles and breasts... and soon they’ll be yours exclusively. Unless that cute little birdy from the sex toy store gets her hands on them first… Oh, Jass will be fine. He teases me with driving that death box, I want to tease him back for once.” </span>She stole a soft kiss and slid away with a grin.<span style="color: #a64dff"> “Now you can relax and I’ve got a bunch of new toys that I’ll use while fantasizing about you.”</span><br/><br/>Syncilla wrapped her one arm around Order and squeezed her tight.<span style="color: #ff0080">“Do you want him dead, Order? Do you want him to suffer for all the pain he caused you and those innocents? Just say it, justice be damned, and a hole will blasted through him that he’ll never heal from. He’ll be reduced to Eternal paste begging for the mercy of death. And he’ll be denied. Let me erase him from existence so you can focus on Delithia.” </span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>