<span style="color: #5900b3">“My little mouse is getting quite an attitude. I’m not sure I like this. You may say we’re not animals but you cum the hardest when I bend you over and fuck<br/>
you like a beast. I believe you Humans call it… oh, right, doggy style?” </span>Her grin widened and she nibbles on Anna’s ear softly.<span style="color: #5900b3"> “I want to eat something, my hunger is burning so bright. Are you going to offer me a sandwich or will you be my meal?”</span><br/><br/><span style="color: #ff0000">“It’s fine. I’m still deciding if your race should be saved, honestly, most races aren’t worth saving but it goes against my nature so I help them anyways. You don’t plan to be a mother, do you? If not I could harvest your eggs and store them for other women to use. Order doesn’t respond to my requests, not even her drones, she only talks to me when she needs to fix a mortal problem. But I can visit her island and make her talk to me. If I had her power… and the approval of the High Priestesses, of course, I could expand this city and turn it into a major metropolis and the trading center of Azeroth.” </span>A 3-D image of the port appeared on the table before them.<span style="color: #ff0000">“You can touch and drag to make changes. Show me all of your proposals so I can see exactly what you imagine and we can work from there. Use two fingers to change the view and zoom in or out.”</span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>