Sterre's haughty commentary and what could barely be called a compliment made the troll shift awkwardly. The feeling was very much like the first time she had met Emberspike and Bahiyya. His confidence and her beauty had been very unnerving just as Sterre's demeanor was now. Thankfully Ife stepped in to rescue her and she smiled at the tall Draenei. Even though the accent was hard for her to follow, Tamaska was already taking a liking to the woman. She idly wondered what it was that had brought both the powerful Draenei and the... well, arrogant-seeming elf to be in this harem. Other than their stunning looks of course, she thought as her eyes were drawn to the sexy sway of Ife's body as she strode off to lead them. For a long moment she just stared before shaking off the mesmerism. By the light, what had Bahiyya and Emberspike done to her that she was now always so easily aroused and insatiable?<br/><br/>The priestess-turned-slut jumped, jarred from her ogling, when Kumar landed on her shoulders again. She frowned at Kumar's quip about the sweet Draenei. "Hey now, be nice!" She chastised softly and then turned, arching a brow at Sterre's odd agreement to the faerie dragon's comment. The two bickered and she stood patiently, even blushing again at the comment about the little dragon liking her shoulders better. She let her eyes drift closed and took a deep breath. The day had been hectic, much had happened, she had been made to perform. Really for the first time it was sinking in. The sailors all using her at once, walking across the massive airship dripping in their leavings, then having Emberspike take her so publically at court. By the light, all of those people had watched her bent over the chair, ass in the air like that!<br/><br/>Her eyes opened and she chewed on her bottom lip. Her seemingly ever-present blush deepened when she realized the elf was watching her intently and holding her arm out for Tamaska to take. She mumbled a hurried apology and took the soft, slender arm. It was a shock to actually have someone ask her about herself and she immediately felt bad for thinking negatively of Sterre.<span style="color: indigo"> "Well, there is not much to tell really. I am from Razor Hill in Durotar originally and I... adventured some."</span>For some reason she did not want to divulge that she had been a priest. It made her squirm to think about where she had been just a short time ago and where was currently was.<span style="color: indigo">"I was taken to Dalaran to see the sights and was separated from my friend. I wound up in the underbelly, I think it is called, and came across the Baron, Emberspike and Miss Bahiyya. Let us just say that they have a way with people." </span>Her blush was very deep now.<span style="color: indigo">"I woke up on the airship and now I am here... more or less."</span><br/><br/>The other people eyeing her, especially when she was so unclean did not help her fidgeting nervousness. The compliment did distract her though and she smiled<span style="color: indigo">. "I wish that I could take the credit but I awoke on the ship like this. I am growing accustom too it, although I do miss my braids"</span>She said with a momentary pout. Bahiyya's words echoed in her ears still. A dark promise of more pleasure to come... from Sterre and Ife apparently. She shook her head in a futile attempt to banish those thoughts.<span style="color: indigo">"What about Ife and yourself? How is it that you came to be here? And you Kumar, for that matter? It seems a very random assortment here, I must say."</span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>