<span style="color: #9999ff">"I haven't been touched in months... I can't help it that you've neglected my needs for so long. My body is burning up and so sensitive."</span><br/><br/><span style="color: #336600">"While I appreciate it, I don't think your priestesses are ready for what I've lived through. And I don't mean to argue or act like I'm too tough to be helped... I just don't think I can open up anymore. I can only relive my past so many times." </span>He looked over at the chandelier and nodded.<span style="color: #336600">"I do insist on helping, I need something to do while I wait for my vineyards."</span>The fixture floated into place and attached itself securely to the ceiling.<span style="color: #336600"> "My clone is making progress in the kitchen, so I guess I'll just wander around and see what kind of innocent, young priestesses I can corrupt." </span>He let out a soft laugh.<span style="color: #336600">"Or I'll just go look for Morah and hope to run into more of your sisters." </span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>