Arlokk stopped suddenly and grabbed Whisperia by the throat with a low growl.<span style="color: #006633"> "I stop when I want you stop. These ropes? They leave you at my mercy." </span>After growling for a moment he released her and began to fuck her even harder.<span style="color: #006600"> "Right now you belong to me... and I'm going to satisfy us both."</span><br/><br/>Ras smiled and spun around in her chair then propped his feet on the corner of her desk. "Sarcasm, Ibara. Like me suggesting you still held any manner of... finesse. Maybe I find it a little funny, but I respect what Order wants to do even if I don't agree with her methods. I also don't trust these Draenei, I trusted Nalo because she's simple and easy to read. After she met Morah for the first time she was going to do anything to make the city better for her. Even you should be able to agree there. I don't trust these Draenei and that's why I'm here asking you to be careful in dealing with them." He looked at the bottle then to Ibara and smirked. "I see Eldryn left your biting wit intact when he destroyed the rest of your emotions. Can you even feel sexual attraction anymore? You're probably just as dry and sad down there as Tyrande is. But let's be honest here, if I just wanted to fuck a Troll in heat why would I go after you? A halfbreed stripped of her feelings and warmth I once found comfort in? There's much easier to get pure Trolls. No, I'm giving you this because I know you enjoy a fine wine and despite what you may think about me, I still care about you."<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>