<span style="color: #ff0000">"hardly, Nyarien gave me the best lay of my life but that wont stop me from finishing my goals... i need a male Naga and a female Troll and i banged every race on the planet worth banging. Ogres are extinct and good riddence and i wouldnt touch a centaur with a stolen cunt. but i dont plan to start chasing you Eternals and everything you can turn yourselves into, im just a Human, i aint got time to bang the whole galaxy plus your imaginations."</span>she shook her head and gave the avatar a look of distaste.<span style="color: #ff0000"> "just do what you need and go away, we dont need you causing trouble."</span>she smirked at The'kal and shook her head.<span style="color: #ff0000"> "bring me all the new sex toys you want, i need something to drive Nyarien clear out of her beautiful head with pleasure cuz my tongue just barely cuts it. but i am retired from dealing with this city and Ibara."</span><br/><br/>Britomart looked up and ground her teeth together before she frowned at Jim.<span style="color: #ff0000">"what did we say about me having a chance?"</span>she smirked at him and the second he tried to get between her legs her thighs locked to prevent access and Order's power utterly abandonded him against his mate.<span style="color: #ff0000">"untie me and we will play."</span><br/><br/><span style="color: #ffff00">"i know i can rekindle things with The'kal once i am no longer so damned cold."</span>she took another long swig and finally looked a little tipsy on her stool though the backing she had installed made falling an impossibility.<span style="color: #ffff00"> "hey Lonnie, why dont we go somewhere with more women in it? you wanted a lapdance no? you dont seem to have many options here... so what race do you want to fondle?"</span><br/><br/>Morah slapped Nalo and shook her head.<span style="color: #ffa64d">"i know she was aweful to you but she is a good person at heart and you should never, ever make jokes about people dying!"</span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>