<span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;">GM Post</span><br/>Mason Kincaid's Party, Southdown, Persephone<br/>Tagging - Babs<br/><br/><hr/><br/>"I assure you, the gun is quite real." It was dark, but the sleekness of the pistol coupled with a somewhat posh accent confirmed he was either a coreworlder or one of the rich sort on this border world. "You can talk all you want, but as I told you, get down from the tree now. No reaching for any weapons or I will shoot you. So you're saying what, you're a party guest or a whore?" Even within his ghillie suit, his eyebrows rose at being called Mr Frottage. How could they not? It was a very strange sight, like an armed, man-sized ent, come to life.<br/><br/>"If you're really a whore, then you can climb down and take your clothes off - nice and slow. All of them." Either he was a perve or he was testing her honesty and resolve.<br/>