Morah shook her head with a smile.<span style="color: #ffa64d">"sometimes your so normal and then you jolt right back to being far too efficient. you need to learn to keep a bit of mystery around yourself my dear."</span>she shook her head and walked over to lean on the railing.<span style="color: #ffa64d">"it still makes noise and i will still smell it. just as you have an innate dislike of magic im a druid and hanve an innate distaste for machines."</span><br/><br/><span style="color: #0000b3">"the only way i will fall asleep is if turning back into a Troll made you forget how to moan. i know we will be ok, but it did need to be brought up."</span><br/><br/><span style="color: #003366">"then there is nothing wrong with me making you my plaything."</span>Sharindia smirked and shook her head as the collar once again shocked the Worgen and the magic prevented it from being transfered to them or grounded into the water.<span style="color: #003366">"youll never earn relief that way, your only going to make things worse for yourself..."</span>she giggled quietly and then sighed happily, pressing against the Worgen's tongue.<span style="color: #003366">"feels nice..."</span>she looked at Ras and nodded, the chains vanishing.<span style="color: #003366">"sure but the cuffs stay... and lets make sure we finish washing her before you plow her."</span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>