"If you can't use all of the proper ingredients is it still your family recipe if you're having to cut corners? And let's be honest, this isn't bread, it's a weapon of mass destruction." He smiled softly and shook his head. "I'm not asking you make it any different, I'm merely offering a suggestion that making it with less pepper, even just a second batch for the other eight races of Azeroth, might not be a bad idea. I ordered the bread and I'll eat it, but I think it could be better. That's all I'm saying." Arlokk and nodded and extended a hand. "My wife here owns land a bit away, we're planning on selling some of it and settling down. We've had busy lives and we're too old for the hustle and bustle of the city life."<br/><br/>Kitori frowned at Ophidian and shook her head.<span style="color: darkorchid">"She-" </span><span style="color: blue">"Your Elf has a thing for dominant women." </span><span style="color: darkorchid">"What? That's ridiculous, I'm not interested in-"</span><span style="color: blue">"Vyre." </span>If it was possible for Kitori's blush to darken further it would have and she buried her face in Ophidian's chest.<span style="color: blue"> "March that ass of yours to your bedroom and present yourself to me, we have clothes to try."</span>Kitori hesitated before pulling away from Ophidian and quickly scurried upstairs.<span style="color: blue">"I'm not baiting her, she wants me because I'm stronger and more experienced than she is. Your little Elf has submissive side to her and it's an itch you can't scratch. But don't worry, when I leave she'll be soaked and begging for you."</span>Monia kissed Ophidian's cheek then followed Kitori to their bedroom.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>