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<blockquote class="quoteContainer"><div class="quote">The confident stride of the elven escort would slow down further when her eyes were granted another morsel of what is hiding behind the textile prison. Not because she was hesitating but rather had to restrain her engines, there was much passion left beating in the heart of the elegant lady even after her last guest. Much pleasure of flesh had been indulged in in her long life as an elf, but when was the last time she had someone this exotic making her blood rush with lust?<br/>
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"Calm yourself, Xarin. I want to enjoy every part of this hot mess I'm about to get into." </i>She thought as she catched herself a slight excited sigh slip past her lips, nibbling gently on her underlip when coming to a stop right in front the troll. Her greedy gaze said it all while she agonizingly waited to see more of her, as if she could pounce on her any moment should she be told to do so. "Yes.. I'd love to see more of your 'voodoo', Zakizi. I will gladly make it up to you.. and for every day I had not noticed you before." She says just as her delicate fingers takes place on the troll's thighs, kneading and stroking ever so slowly she could.</div><div class="quoteExpand quoteCut">Click to expand...</div></blockquote>
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</div><i>Feeling a racing pulse start to creep through her veins, she'd cackle softly under her breath as she eyed the active restraint painted on the elf's face and features, seeming to hold herself back from anything reckless. But for such a reaction, it'd become apparent very quickly that there were some at least who yearned for exotic taste, reputation or not in such a place. With a hand on her voluptuous thigh, she'd usher in a hushed tone;</i><span style="color: #bfbfbf">"Tsk, you wish tah see my voodoo? Been a while, but ah suppose a reward be due for ya tastes~".</span><i>Her free hand would brush her pendant of slate and ivory, caressing a small pearl gemstone at its centre. With a soft pulse of Zandali enchantment, a tingle would shudder through Zakizi's form, felt even through her caressed thighs.</i><br/><br/><i>With a knowing expression, she'd coo softly as she felt the power begin to work its magic, her finger tugging down on her robe as tension became clear, the cloth stretching as it was caught over her buds. With another shudder, her chest began to fill out further and expand, almost wobbling with extra weight.</i>"<span style="color: #bfbfbf">Ya seem thirsty, poor ting. But ya be wid Zakizi, at ze bar. Suppose ya be allowed de choice of what ya want."</span>She'd gesture to the drinks and taps behind the counter,<span style="color: #bfbfbf">"Some of dat...",</span><i>she would then smile around her small tusks, tugging down one side of her robe as a pierced nipple pops free, leaking a few creamy droplets.</i><span style="color: #bfbfbf"> "Or...some o' me?"</span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>