<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/9/90/ELFIE.jpg)</div><br/>Heather's suggestion earns a wistful, somewhat distracted response.<br/><br/><strong>"Ogre swill is too potent for my capacity and endurance.  Also, I prefer to be a conscious and willing participant, not an intoxicated and semiconscious one.  But if it is your preferred libation of leisure I am hardly one to insist that you limit yourself to what I am able to metabolize safely and effectively."</strong><br/><br/>...the reason for the distraction, as far as anyone can tell, is Ponipua's ample bosom.  But that may just be a matter of the angle, at least until the pocket Nezumi licks her lips slowly and dispels all doubt that she is considering wickedness aforethought.  But then she seems to shake it off and turns to regard Sam.<br/><br/><strong>"So...no acting like Big Sis unless the locals clearly deserve it?  I understand.  How about tying them up and tormenting them erotically until they beg for merciful release?  Is that permitted?  Assuming adequate provocation, of course."</strong>