<span style="font-weight: bold">Mary/Aethon</span><br/><br/>Mary moans, virtually collapsing into Aethon’s arms as his nibbly kisses run down her neck, forcing him to scoop her up. Her friend is utterly focused on Misha, towing Jules behind her as the three head for the harpy’s room. Given their state, it seems unlikely she’d even notice if Mary vanished… say, by slipping quickly and quietly down Aethon’s throat. On the other hand, it might be more fun to wait and savour the experience and the meal… either way, Aethon’s bulk, carrying Mary with him, utterly blocks the way down and any hope of escape, as he carefully makes his way upstairs.<br/><br/><span style="font-weight: bold">Ryla/unknownwoman</span><br/><br/>“Private is good,” the other woman murmurs, her breath coming low and rapid. Apparently her attraction, at least, is unfeigned. “I’ve somewhere we can go,” she continues, drawing you out of the dockside dive she’d picked you up in. It’s easy enough to spot the little wave of the hand, and the hulking, though not unpretty, half-ogress, half-minotaur, whatever, that was waiting for it, before her backup slinks back into the shadows.<br/><br/>For the next few minutes, you’re rather incompetently followed, easy enough even with the soft touches, brushes and ‘accidental’ bumps that the woman presses on you.<br/><br/>Pretty soon, it’s clear where you’re being led - a divided warehouse, offering cheap apartments and no-questions asked. Unlike a crowded flophouse, these offer the opportunity of privacy for illegal or underhanded manuevers. You’ve used them for that yourself. This one has vaguely Rygar-ist leanings… and would be perfectly suitable for kidnapping an unwilling ex-agent. On the other hand, they’d also make a fine place to lie low for a few hours, digesting the contents of a belly too distended to walk… that said, it’d be easy enough to dart away from the woman into the darkness of one of the cross-alleys…