<blockquote><div><cite>Mindy wrote:</cite><span style="font-style: italic">~ Of course. I want this to last as long as you do.~</span></div></blockquote><br/><span style="font-style: italic">~Mm-hmm,~</span>Soma mumbles in response. It might be Mindy's imagination, but the next squirm that reverberates across her hand seems rather more... eager. Her pet's expression is eager as well, staring wide-eyed at her beautiful Mistress as she divests herself in preparation for...<br/><br/>for...<br/><br/>... what, exactly?<br/><br/>Koren was never the brightest of her flock, not by a long shot, but she does catch on eventually. Slowly, very slowly, Jess and Mindy's statements begin to percolate through the veil of the elven telepath's control, and are now contending with the harpy's own naturally dim wits.<span style="font-style: italic">Easy meal... eat up... pred...</span>and now, the elf is stripping off all of her tight, un-stretchy clothing. If Koren didn't know better, she might think Mistress was planning to turn her into a snack.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">Oh, that's silly,</span>Koren reassures herself with a glance Mistress's half-naked body.<span style="font-style: italic">She's way to small to fit me in there. Besides, Mistress loves me and my big belly, doesn't she? I'll bet she's getting ready to give me a special massage!</span><br/><br/><blockquote><div><cite>Mindy wrote:</cite>“Tell me, what’s your name?”</div></blockquote><br/>"M-my name?" Koren stammers. "It's um... ah... Koren. Call me Koren... please."