<span style="color: #ffa64d">"thats because i put alot of effort into being kind, i became a healer because it was the best way i knew to tell my father to go fuck himself... but as i was once told, everyone has a dark side. let your emotions, spacifically your love, reinforce your self control."</span><br/><br/><span style="color: #0000b3">"yeah you keep saying that but i havent found it very helpful in that regard... it feels nice but its not enough to get me off."</span>she grinned and returned to the table to wait for the food.<span style="color: #0000b3">"we will call him when Saravess is home, he really wanted to see her today."</span><br/><br/><span style="color: #003366">"well you are her hands down favorite, she has a definite preference for cock."</span>Sharindia was only gone a few minutes and when she returned she had an ornate box in her hands.<span style="color: #003366">"tell me, little bitch, do you know much about the history of the Highborne? spacifically the kinds of... punishment, we inflicted on conquered rivals?"</span>she opened the box with a devious grin as she looked at Ras.<span style="color: #003366">"hmm, i think she would look good in... polished brass, what do you think?"</span>as she spoke she pulled out a metal collar, etched with runes and with a black gem at its center followed by bracelets and anklets with no apparent connections to eachother but more of the same gems.<span style="color: #003366">"with these i can restrain you in any configuration i want, the chains appear and dissapear on command... and the collar is capable of restricting airflow and delivering considerable electric shocks. it also has the delightful effect of throwing its wearer into a permanent low level heat."</span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>