The woman tilted her head a little and put her list away.<span style="color: #ffcc99">"I want..."</span>She leaned in until her breath was touching Sharindia's face.<span style="color: #ffcc99">"...You."</span>she laughed softly and backed up to a respectable distance.<span style="color: #ffcc99">"I'm joking. If you were Vyre I'd be sitting on your face and praising Elune for reuniting us."</span>Ras growled low and moved closer to Sharindia. True to her word the Elf moaned softly and grabbed her breast.<span style="color: #ffcc99">"Yes... Growl at me, threaten me, I love it all."</span>Ras rolled his eyes and chains grabbed the woman from behind and pulled her against the wall. She started to writhe and moan as she was bound.<span style="color: #ffcc99">"My eyesight isn't what it used to be, from the shadows you looked like her. If you're not my beloved who are you?" </span>Ras grabbed the list from her pocket much to her vocal delight and looked over it before back at the Elf. "Nobody on this list is related to Vyre, and what's this chicken scratch on the back?" The Elf stared at them with wide eyes, panting in desire and filling the room with the scent of her arousal.<span style="color: #ffcc99">"It's my heart and soul, I used my own nectar to write it for her." </span>Ras handed the list to Sharindia with a look of disgust. While the names wouldn't hold any significant meaning to the Highborne, the back was an incredibly descriptive letter detailing all of the ways the Elf wanted to pleasure and obey Vyre and how badly she missed being her pet. "Are you another Timelost?"<span style="color: #ffcc99">"What response will make you tighten these chains? They're too loose, this is just teasing me!" </span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>