<span style="color: #4d4dff">"Alright, I'll make you the best piece I've ever produced. It'll be good enough for Tyrande herself to think you made it." </span>She moved over to her desk and dug around in the drawer before finding a piece of string that she used to measure Elune, murmuring mental notes to herself as she worked.<span style="color: #4d4dff">"I can work with anything at a professional level, but I would be weaving your clothes from metal if things work properly."<br/>
</span><br/><span style="color: #ff0000">"Good, guide me the rest of the way so I can learn everything  I can."</span><br/><br/>Vyre was still in her bedroom. Having fucked Anna until she passed out and lay cuddled beside her.<span style="color: #8000ff"> "Yes?"</span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>