"Li - Ruby..."<br/><br/>Her breath caught. That reminder, again - She might've been lulled into letting her guard down, after her 'encounter' with Ebony (the thought was enough to make her blush!) but Ruby's warning sent a chill through her. Nowhere was safe, not here...Not even in the harem's plush confines!<br/><br/>She bit her lip, hard enough to taste blood...Tialyn's shapely form drawing taut, her low hiss smothered just in time. She could feel her skin crawl - both at the thought of punishment for Ruby...And at the thought of the alternative! "I couldn'-" she began, only to stop herself again...She<em>could</em>. Worse, part of her *wanted* to - But if she grew to enjoy it too much, could she even...?<br/><br/>Even without looking, part of her wondered if Ink was still watching - More, if *anyone* else was. Consternation flitted across her lovely features - she couldn't leave Liandra to be punished. But what, then, would be the alternative...?<br/><br/>"Very well," she husked, as she drew herself to her full height...Her lovely features turning imperious, queenly! "Now, on your<em>knees</em>, *slave*."<br/><br/>Part of Tialyn quailed at every word - But it didn't stop the arousal that coursed through her, as her lips closed on Ruby's in a harsh, demanding kiss...And all she could hope for would be that the display would be enough-!<br/><br/>******************<br/><br/>The next hour would pass in a blur. The<em>slap</em>of flesh-on-flesh...Tialyn's moans, her gasps, feigned at first then genuine,<em>urgent</em>- Oh-so-aware of how good, even how<em>eager</em>, Ruby was to *please*...<br/><br/>Guilt would course through her. Then arousal. Then<em>pleasure</em>.<br/><br/>And later - when she finally unentwined herself from Ruby's limbs, her creamy skin sheened with sweat - the gorgeous half-elf would realize that she wasn't alone! Her eyes would widen, as she stiffened ever-so-slightly...She knew that woman. Anara, that redhead - And that oh-so-willing slave!<br/><br/>"...It's time, isn't it?" she'd murmur, almost to herself - her skin tingling hot and cold at once, as she made to adjust her costume, to restore her modesty...Taut leather creaking against her supple flesh, as she swayed to her feet! It'd almost be a relief to leave the harem behind - though part of her longed for *more* - so she could clear her head with some honest training...<br/><br/>-Right?