"<em>Here</em>?" Mei-Li could smell the sour tang of alcohol on Mirt's breath as he snorted, chortling. "You must be fresh meat," Mirt proclaimed, smacking his lips, clearly thinking his outrageous behavior was closer to exaggerated flirtation than sexual harassment. The jolly rumbling of Mirt's paunch against the graceful curve of Mei-Li's back wasn't the only thing Mei-Li could feel; she could feel it pressing up against her thigh as she draped herself over his legs, thick as the portly Mirt himself - definitely thicker than Suzaku's, and probably bigger. They sure had gone the extra mile in making sure the NPCs were detailed!<br/><br/>"Don't worry your pretty head, though, Old Mirt won't lead you wrong.<br/><br/>"Now, it's a bit of a trek, getting from here to Yrag's Vault, but once you lay eyes on it, you'll know it. Imagine yourself the most intricate puzzle box, with runes inscribed on every inch of its surface. Now take that puzzle box you're envisioning, only bigger, bigger enough to fit this whole city inside it fourteen times over or more, at least once in each of its floors.<em>That's</em>Yrag's Vault."<br/><br/>As Mirt spun Mei-Li the tale of Yrag's Vault, he laid a meaty paw on her leg, rough, calloused fingers stroking her silken skin starting at the knee, climbing higher and higher, teasing along the curve of her inner thigh until his hand was about to slip beneath her cheongsam.