Torin happily tweaked Cyrine's nipples, visibly pleased by her low purr of pleasure. At least she was enjoying herself . . . at this point, that was all he could've hoped for.<br/><br/>"Men, women, mutants . . . beasts. She's done them all. Often repeatedly. Sometimes all at once. And almost always in front of the huge bay windows in her private quarters, looking out into space . . . " He trailed off, punctuating each statement with a brief pause, as if to drive them home one-by-one.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>