<span style="color: #336600">“You mean your son who has been trapped inside a black hole for who knows how long? I don’t think he can do much, and he certainly wouldn’t be recognized as a law maker by your people. I don’t know that I fully understand your reasoning but I’ll accept it.”</span><br/><br/><span style="color: #a64dff">“No, of course not but I guess it’s easier to talk to a prostitute who can’t judge me than someone else. Order won’t do that for me, she’s made it very clear that she will do nothing even close and definitely not have children with me. Even the idea of me being with a male makes her unhappy, so I just have to vent my frustrations on my harpies. She brought me here likely looking for other fetishes that I can tolerate that she can help me indulge in.” </span>She sighed softly and stood up but instead of walking away she backhanded the woman and frowned.<span style="color: #a64dff">“Nope, that doesn’t do anything for me. Sorry.” </span>After healing her cheek she bowed to her and looked around the room for anything else that might interest her.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>