Arania was speaking again, and through the waves of pleasure coursing through Myrrin's body, she managed to glean bits and pieces of her speech. She blanched a little a the thought of bearing children. How would she earn her bread at Tiffany's if she were to become pregnant? That aside, what would the offspring of this elfin-centauress and a catgirl look like? As she watched Arania leave to look around the brothel, Myrrin thought about what she had been offering. Would she be willing to bear a child to this woman, a virtual stranger?<br/><br/>"I am here to please," she murmured to herself once more, realising that she had meant it. When she had first begun working at the brothel, she had only served customers as was her duty. She was there because she needed someplace to work, and the brothel was hiring. Now, however, she found that she did enjoy helping the brothel's various customers relax and and fulfill their wishes. And if Arania's wish was to have children, then Myrrin would fulfill that too. Absently, Myrrin lifted one hand, touching her scalp where Arania had stroked her. Mistress Tiffany's hands were still on her breasts, and Myrrin closed her eyes, imagining it was Arania touching her, enjoying her company. "I am here to please..."