There were several answers Lorelei was expecting from Travian: bemusement, comprehension, perhaps a bit of lecherous approval. A<span style="font-style: italic">second</span>hand joining the bargain wasn't among her expectations. This time, at least, the surprised gasp that escapes her lips at Travian's forwardness is entirely genuine, as is the reproachful look she gives the raccoon once his hand is off of her bottom. And yet, a certain mischievous corner of her mind can't help but appreciate the raccoon's panache. Perhaps, if she were to devote a bit of time to 'training' him, he could be an entertaining consort at least for a little while... well, plenty of time to consider that possibility later. Best to do as he says for now, and prepare herself for his upcoming ploy- whatever it may be. Taking advantage of Travian's momentary misdirection, Lorelei slips the contraband pouch from her bust and prepares to- hello, what's this?<br/><br/><blockquote><div><cite>Sheva and Millan wrote:</cite>*porny things*</div></blockquote><br/>Lorelei pauses, absentmindedly fingering the half open drawstring as Millan and Sheva's performance grabs her attention, holding it as firmly as the strapping young gnoll's hands hold Sheva's perfectly proportioned hips. Slowly, her own hands release the drawstring and sink into her lap, stroking Niketu with perhaps a bit too much force as her icy blue eyes follow the furry pair's tantric motions, eager to see just how the mithra's little love game will play out. From the glint in her eyes, it's not hard to guess what Sheva has in mind for the poor fellow once he's served his purpose- but will he realize the danger he's thrusting himself into she demonstrates her<span style="font-style: italic">other</span>set of oral skills for her overeager partner? Surely Travian's little plan can wait until she finds out...<br/><br/>Millan's length is just beginning to nudge at the entrance to Sheva's sex when a clatter from across the room draws Lorelei's attention away from the scene. She turns just in time to spot Tzuru darting between Tesu's gigantic 'taur paws before the little creature disappears somewhere in the shadowy aisles between cages- hardly a show worth watching, compared to the performance Sheva and Millan are giving. Or rather, the show they<span style="font-style: italic">were giving.</span>By the time Lorelei glances back at Sheva's cage, the mithra has already given in to her own temptations, and her gnoll her partner is a struggling bulge halfway down her throat.<br/><br/>"Oh, poo," Lorelei mutters to herself. "I was enjoying that. Well, time to join the game, I suppose." Giving Niketu one last quick scratch behind the ears, she sets her familiar beside her and unfastens the drawstring on Travian's pouch. Then, carefully - she's destroyed enough alchemy labs to respect strange powders - she tilts the pouch over her bound hand and begins sprinkling the contents into her bracelet as quickly as she dares...<br/><br/><div style="padding: 3px; background-color: #FFFFFF; border: 1px solid #d8d8d8; font-size: 1em;"><div style="text-transform: uppercase; border-bottom: 1px solid #CCCCCC; margin-bottom: 3px; font-size: 0.8em; font-weight: bold; display: block;"><span onclick="if (this.parentNode.parentNode.getElementsByTagName('div')[1].getElementsByTagName('div')[0].style.display != '') {  this.parentNode.parentNode.getElementsByTagName('div')[1].getElementsByTagName('div')[0].style.display = ''; this.innerHTML = '&lt;b&gt;Spoiler: &lt;/b&gt;&lt;a href=\'#\' onClick=\'return false;\'&gt;hide&lt;/a&gt;'; } else { this.parentNode.parentNode.getElementsByTagName('div')[1].getElementsByTagName('div')[0].style.display = 'none'; this.innerHTML = '&lt;b&gt;Spoiler: &lt;/b&gt;&lt;a href=\'#\' onClick=\'return false;\'&gt;show&lt;/a&gt;'; }"><b>Spoiler: </b><a href="#" onclick="return false;">show</a></span></div><div class="quotecontent"><div style="display: none;">Lorelei spends a full round applying the pouch's contents as carefully as possible.</div></div></div>