Carissa followed Charlie out onto the porch and was surprised at the sight of a tall, green haired elven woman.  She watched the two as Kriasa presented her new outfit to 'the boss'.  Looking on with mild bemusement, Carissa was grateful for the respite from being the sole object of Charlie's enthusiasm, giving her some much needed few moments to collect herself.  But then again, as she thought about it, they had only<i>just</i>stepped out the door, and it seemed  that already Charlie's 'picnic' had grown in size.<br/><br/>Charlie's approval of the provacative little outfit given, their mutual boss sauntered ahead, leading them to Carissa knew not yet where.  She was clearly a woman on a mission now.  To distract herself from worrying about what that mission might entail, Carissa stole another glance at the woman walking beside her and wondered what had brought the Kaldorei to be here.  The peoples of both Carissa's parents had long been at war with the Kaldorei and it was with a bit of a curious fascination that Carissa studied the other woman.  Of course, her musings also conveniently served to distract from worrying about what Charlie might be up to!  Whatever had brought the tall elf to this odd little ranch, and whatever their histories back in the 'old world', from the woman's dress it was a pretty good bet that she and Carissa would be working with, or at least alongside eachother now.  It would probably do to try to make friends.  She smiled pleasantly, the curve of her lips revealing the pair of small trollish tusks, and offered her hand.  "I'm Carissa, but you probably knew that.  What's your name?"<br/><br/>*****<br/><br/>The smells of the barn assaulted Carissa's sensitive nose the moment Charlie swung open the door.  She stepped inside after Charlie, unconscioussly smoothing her skirt as she squinted, her eyes adjusting to the dark interior.  She walks a bit, turning and exploring the interior, taking note of the outline of the stable, the stalls, equipment, and what creatures might be visible.  The scents mingled heavily in the air, and she could pick out Charlie's as well as that of several of her 'beasties' and the scent of arousal pervasive everywhere.  It was very distracting.<br/><br/><i>"...Carissa goes first"</i>Upon hearing her name, the girl spins back to face Charlie, her protests dying as her boss unceremoniously strips off her vest, displaying her chest.  Carissa's mouth forms a surprised, silly looking 'O' as Charlie points to one of the stalls and announces the object of their visit.  As Charlie positions the stallion and equipment, explaining as she goes, Carissa feels her cheeks beginning to burn again.  She was quite certain that by the time this day was through, they'd be permamently two or three shades darker!  Her eyes flicked from Charlie over to the horse, taking in the size and shape of it, his build and the muscles of his shoulders and flanks, and...her gaze flitted away from down there... finally his face and his eyes as he stood there looking at her, almost as if expectantly.  She shivered.<br/><br/><br/>And then Charlie was asking who was ready....<br/><br/><br/>And Carissa knew she had run out of rope.  It was time to decide.  After a moment she squared her shoulders and asked in a voice soft and which quavered only a little, "Do you mind if this is a joint project?"<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>