"Well that is... certainly different," the elf arched her brow. This wasn't exactly what she had been expecting, but it was something she could deal with. Runners needed teams to work with, so as long as this twelve-cursed girl didn't get too clingy... then again, who knew. Maybe she really was a nice girl.<br/><br/>As Kalisha toyed with the 'ladder' on her 'pillar', the runner let out a quiet, peaceful moan, squirming a little as she opened her jacket, quickly unlacing the corset underneath to expose her feminine, if flat, chest. "And what am I supposed to do with the pillar for the prophecy to be complete...?" Kizzie purred, secretly wishing to slip it into the girl's backside. She had been thinking of it ever since she first saw that little loincloth.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>