trixie smiles. 'im glad you like it, sweety.'<br/><br/>Roma makes a wordless mumble of acknowledgment as her eyes drift closed, her small, naked body curling up as the soft, spongy walls, cradle her.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">Warm... slimy... close... warm... soft... safe... warm... belong... Waaaaaaarm...</span><br/><br/>Her thoughts blur into incoherence as the heat and sleep overwhelm her tired mind and body.<br/><br/>Roma's fate firmly in the dragoness's claws now... it's unlikely that the girl will complain if trixie's womb is her resting place... a strange dream of being kept here for the rest of her life, only squirming for the dragoness's pleasure... it's hard to tell if it's a nightmare or a happy dream now.<br/><br/>(Anything you want to do with Roma is up to you misty (You've got my suggestion^<img alt=":wink:" src="./images/smilies/wink.gif" title="Wink"/>)... the only other idea I had was the slaver's trying to find Trixie and Roma again. Probably going to be logging off soon.)