<span style="color: #b30000">"We're not staying on this island with you, someone has to run the city. These servants of mine will tend to your meals, sunscreen, and massages. I won't touch you, unless you want me to, and I won't get within arm's reach of you." </span>She motioned to the two unmoving, masked women.<span style="color: #b30000">"They are blinded and muted via a spell on the mask, but that's so there's no chance of any awkward commentary making you uncomfortable or any 'accidental' groping. They will have their full senses when cooking for you."</span>When Tyrande came out Nalo was in a matching, black outfit though her wrap was solid white to hide everything she below the waist which Crimzon was staring at curiously.<span style="color: #b30000">"If I told you what it was made of you wouldn't believe me, but not even Ras' daggers would be able to pierce it. Speaking from experience. And it's not tight at all, it's how a suit should fit. You're just like Ras, so used to wearing those stupid robes you forgot what real clothes feel like. And quit staring at my dick, Crimzon." </span>The sentinel frowned in confusion but nodded. Nalo motioned them to follow her into the blazing sun and down a path that was cool to the touch to a small gazebo right on the coast with two lounge chairs and a large cooler.<span style="color: #b30000">"You've got water, wine, juice, and hard liquor like you keep under your desk. There's also fresh blood packs to sustain Crimzon but she can drink from the servants if she prefers her juice warm. They won't mind. Any questions or concerns so far?"</span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>