Mourn dealt her, and others, the cards that they desired.  When time came to show the appropriate cards, the kobold that had the winning hand laid it down on the table with the biggest grin one of the creatures could manage.  Immediately, it turned towards her and made a beckoning gesture with one clawed hand.  It patted its lap gently, almost crooning towards her.  The intent was obvious.  She could have a seat.  On his lap.  With all the consequences that went along with it.<br/><br/>This would be the make or break point, Mourn imagined.  If she went along with it...the kobold would move that flimsy dress of hers out of the way when she sat down so that he could slide that long, thick cock of his inside of her.  Then...well hell.  The standard would have been set.  Before he modified things any further, he waited on her.  To say his and the kobolds' gazes were anticipatory was an understatement.