<span style="color: #ff00ff">"Elves...?"</span>Sue whispered in confusion at Darion's proclamation. She did not know what those were. But these ones were pretty, they looked soft and clean.<br/><br/>The mohawked girl scuttled around from her perch, her tiny frame ducking through the fire-squad and others to get a better look, her little head cocked to one side. Pointy ears. Eyes almost looked like hers. And that one wielded a man-sword. Very strange... but... sweaty, and pretty.<br/><br/>Her mind wandered back to Becca. Becca always stayed clean, she was soft... softer than these two. Supple.<br/><br/><span style="color: #008000">And Fanya HAD her. Used her cleanness all up. Doesn't that make you angry? Doesn't that make you want to hurt them? That soft, sweet, smooth skin that you wanted so badly, the painted woman made her sticky with her filth. Fanya is as dirty as you, maybe dirtier. I suppose Rebecca will lay with any filthy monster she finds... that's why she likes you, Suuuuue.</span><br/><br/>Sue's eyes rimmed with wetness, and she closed them for a moment, despite the scene before her. Jynx was right. Becca didn't love her. Becca wasn't as clean as she seemed.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>