<span style="font-weight: bold">Wilnomna</span><br/><br/>"She's going to hang as a bandit anyway," I reply, "unless you want to cut her loose. But then I'll be hungry and she'll be all alone on the plains, injured, so really you'd just be letting some other centauress gobble her up. Can't I eat her?" I half-plead. "I<span style="font-style: italic">really</span>want to. You could have her clothes, if I did. It looks like they'd fit you. A little tightly in the top, maybe. Your figure's much more attractive than hers is," I continue, unconsciously licking my lips...