"<i>Go ahead?</i>" The true scope of the place he found himself in started to dawn on him at such a timid, yet casual, response to his greeting. He looked down over himself, alight blush coming to his lips as he undid his belt and with a few shimmies of his hips tugs down his hose. Guilt started to wash over him at just what he was doing, reassuring himself at just how regular what he was about to do was in such a place.<br/><br/>A few long moments would pass on the other side of the hole, and then without a word the limp seven and a half inch member of the pale man was thrust through. His balls hung heftily over the bottom edge of the crudely shaped hole, the only hair visible a small black just right above the base of his shaft. Carrying a slight, musky scent mixed with cinnamon it bore upon it a note written in shimmering ink. It reads: "<span style="color: #ff0000">Hello, my name is Merisiri and I've never actually done anything like this before. I'm a mute and a Sin'dorie, or "Blood Elf" to some of the more crude races among us.</span><span style="color: #808080">"</span><br/><span style="color: rgb(128,128,128)"><br/>
Meanwhile on his side of the wall Meri stood with his hips firmly planted against the wall, face going a tad bit red as the chill from the cold wood first bit at his waist. "<i>I can't believe I'm actually doing this, what if she's crazy, what is she bites me!?</i>" That last thought sinks in deeply, a shudder traveling down his spine that almost convinces him to pull himself away.</span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>