<div class="floatleft">(http://vignette2.wikia.nocookie.net/realm-of-midgard/images/2/29/Catfolk_Rajput.jpg/revision/latest?cb=20130221213733)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Milah Nautius<br/><br/><strong>Location:</strong>Common Room,<em>Lady's Blessing</em><br/><br/><strong>Tag:</strong>Open<br/><br/><strong>Warning:</strong>Bitchy Catfolk ;)<br/><br/><hr/><br/>Milah growled low and deep, a sure sign for even those new to the<em>Wind</em>that their Captain, their<em>Dux Navita</em>was getting annoyed.   All she wanted to do before and after a mission was to relax with some only fashioned debauchery.   It was not her fault that the enlisted at the bar spent all there money and had nothing to entice the Courtesan's present.   Also she had recognized one of the men and he was still nursing a grudge.    Milah didn't give a fuck about that, the under clothing stain should not have tried to rape her.   Cat Folk she may be, but even commanders of Imperial Navy vessels drew the line at their officers being raped.<br/><br/>Milah did agree to the wisdom being offered by her crew.   A fight, while entertaining, would not be in the best interests of the<em>Emerald Wind</em>with a mission coming up.   Yet at the same time Milah was not about to play meek to a coal stain of the uniform.   So she shifted so she could get to her weapons in a blink of an eye and released the male courtesan from her lap with a salacious grope of his behind, and his hard cock that he could no longer hide.   Milah did have deft and skillful hands.   The female courtesan she kept and she locked eyes with her former rapist as if daring him.<br/><br/><strong>"Buy all but him rounds."</strong>There was no need to say which him, the<em>Dux Navita's</em>gaze was pointed enough.<strong>"If anyone wants the male courtesan they are free to, he has already been paid his due to Celine, the Bright Lady, this night.   This one however..."</strong>Milah groped and ran her hand with a possessiveness over the female courtesan, who could not help but shudder at the display of verbal steel and command about her.<strong>"...this one is mine or who I want to share her with, and it is not going to be him or any that call <em>him</em> friend, or companion."</strong>The sheer venom she put in that word<em>him</em>was enough to perhaps curdle ice cold milk freshly poured.