"Well. I think that could be considered a weapon," Alherien said softly, and finally reached up to slide her gasmask down around her neck to reveal her charming, bemused smirk. She had a labret piercing, one in her nose as well, and without her protective coverings she was actually quite pretty, as far as survivors went. She tilted her head slightly to admire the slowly-expanding rod, a certain something beginning to strain against her own overstuffed panties, causing a bit of strain against her tight, smooth sack.<br/><br/>She tilted awkwardly, shifting one hand down and attempting to hide her readjustment with her cloak. But to one who was observing the cloaked woman, it was quite clear that she was shifting her rapidly-growing girlcock to prevent crowding in her undergarments. "Well, um... I apologize for the inconvenience friend... though it would be a lie of omission not to state that your... er... cock, is quite beautiful. I can see why they have you working here."<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>