<div class="floatright">(https://i.imgur.com/pTABkwO.jpg)</div>Curra Xar’cha (https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=1895388)<br/><br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Rosa, Thea, Senna<br/><br/><hr/><br/>“You win again, Senna...” Curra conceded, giving the bouncer a “good game” pat on the ass as she walked through the crowd to join the little party accumulating at the table.  The lady in charge, Rosa, seemed more “Mother,” as she said, than “Mommy” Thea.<br/><br/>Letting Senna start the talking, she jumped in with her own promotion.  “That iz correct, lady here iz ze proper woman who takes care of business and keeps ze wild, killer drow out of trouble, legally speaking,” she grinned.  “And ze lovely drow keeps lady out of trouble, physically speaking.  As champion of ze pits, I am more than capable of keeping ze nice church ladies out of trouble too, with axe and bow.  And squeezing boxes iz my speacialty,” she smirked, putting a foot up on the chair to let Senna stroke and display a dark meaty thigh like it was for sale.<br/><br/>“Mmm, higher...” she murmured, enjoying the casual fondling.