<span style="font-weight: bold">@Xarces &amp; Euanthane:</span><br/><blockquote class="uncited"><div>{OOC: I'm going to assume there's no additional serving girls in the room besides Widow and Nyrwa – if there is I'll ask one of them to help remove my 'jacket'}</div></blockquote><br/>[No, there's noone else]<br/><br/>Lady Widom crawls over the bed, with slow, sinuous swaying movements, then curls up over a pile of pillows, languidly extending a leg towards you.<br/>"Mmmmh," she moans delicately, closing her eyes. "It's so ... soft..."<br/>She opens her eyes with a smile, and slowly rises to lean towards you.<br/>Her voice is only a soft whisper ...<br/>"There's a favor I have to ask you. It ... might sound strange, I know. And it's not something I could ask my girls ... they would be too scared and might even desert my house, and this would be<span style="font-style: italic">unforgivable</span>."<br/>She meows adorably, and the big panther jumps over the bed, huddling up around her body as she pets her and rubs her belly.<br/>"My little Nyrwa has been very, very sick lately. Her poor tummy aches and she's eating nothing much. My precious kitty ..." She rubs her cheek against the purring creature's flank.<br/>"So ... I'm sure a good tummy massage would be of great use for her. A m-massage, I mean, from ... from the<span style="font-style: italic">inside</span>." She gulps, then looks hesitantly at Xarces. "She's well trained. She can hold her digestive juices if I order so. She wouldn't be of any harm ... And it would<span style="font-style: italic">really </span>help her ... " The little elf gives both of you the puppy eyes, expecially at Xarces. "Would you do it for my Nyrwa...?"