<span style="font-weight: bold">Lorelei, Hestruui, Qulan, Travian (And the wuzzle!)</span><br/><br/>Qulan and Hestruui watch in almost stunned silence as Travian slides up in front of them, meeting the elf gaze-for-gaze. It was surprising - he'd been kinda quiet since he got here a few days ago, only getting a little more wordy when he offered everyone a few drinks he'd managed to smuggle in with him. He really WAS a ballsy raccoon - defying the master's rules, facing down the creepy elf...<br/><br/>Travian, on the other hand, was feeling anything but ballsy. He was nervous - VERY nervous. If this elf gave him away, amongst this group of predators...he'd end up taking a long, painful trip into someone's stomach. Who would it be? Domlan? Millan? Qulan? Hestruui? Qulan seemed the most likely - he'd seen her eyeing him ever since he arrived. Once, he could even swear she was hovering over him while he slept, but - upon waking - found noone there. It chilled him. Reptilian-types had notoriously slow digestive tracks - no doubt that one would prove to be incredibly painful, and agonizingly slow. Shivering slightly, he focused on the task at hand - not giving himself away.<br/><br/>Come on, elf. Get it, get it...<br/><br/><blockquote><div><cite>Lorelei wrote:</cite> "You're not afraid of me then, Sir Raccoon?" </div></blockquote><br/><br/>Travian's entire body seemed to relax - she seemed to get it, and more than ready to play along. Taking a deep breath to calm his nerves, he draws himself up to his full less-than-intimidating five foot five, his handsome muzzle spreading into a faint, coy little grin "Oh, there is little I can't tame, dear. One elf. Two. A dozen..." He presses his muzzle against the bars of the cage, a flirty smirk playing on his lips "...I've always found that faint hearts never have enjoyed the company of fair ladies...and maybe I intend to enjoy your company..."<br/><br/>Lorelei finds little resistance in tugging his hand through the bar and downwards, planting it upon her breasts. She can detect an almost goofy little grin spreading across Travian's lips, a sort of far-away, dreamy expression momentarily clouding his features...but just as quickly as it is there, it is gone again. Playing the part, he gives Lorelei's bust a single, firm squeeze, rolling her breasts back and forth to firmly work the pouch fully between them, and out of sight.<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;">Qulan's Sense motive 1d20(1) + 1 = 2. Durrr....<br/>Hestruui's sense motive 1d20(14) + 3  = 17. Something is fishy here...</div></div></div><br/><br/>Just as she's preparing to dance back, he slips his other hand through the bars and grabs her rump tightly, pulling her fully up against the bars. Pressing his muzzle through the bars as if he were licking or nibbling her ear, he hastily whispers, almost inaudible even right beside her ear "...On the bracelet, not the skin. Careful. Get ready."<br/><br/>Giving her rump one final squeeze, perhaps for show, or perhaps because the opportunity was there, Travian finally releases her from his grip, allowing her to dance back just out of reach of him "Ohhh...protocols? It hardly seems like those protocols are being followed. It's the last day - why worry with such rules...why not send you off with a...literal...bang..."<br/><br/>Hestruui eyes Lorelei like a hawk, her eyes narrowed and a somewhat confused look upon her face. Whilst Qulan seems entirely clueless, it's very easy to see that Hestruui...has a feeling that something is not quite what it should be. What that might be, she can't quite put her finger on...<br/><br/>Suddenly, Travian fully reveals his key to Hestruui and Qulan....and pops it into the lock of Lorelei's cage, turning it with a faint 'snick', unlocking the cage. The door currently remains shut, and rather than opening it, he turns around and faces the lizardess and tiefling, a sly, suggestive, and altogether flirty look dancing upon his features "Well, ladies...care to join me? I intend to enjoy the elf while we have her...and...well..." He smirks, looking the duo over with a discerning eye "...I'd not mind enjoying the company of two move lovely ladies...It'll be no trouble."<br/><br/>Both Qulan and Hestruui shift their attention from Lorelei to Travian, the lizardess's blush turning her green skin red, and Hestruui...actually seeming to consider the offer. It was just a split second that they were not focused on Lorelei...he'd given her that much time, at least....<br/><br/><br/><span style="font-weight: bold"> Part 3 of 4 </span>