"I...I admit, I always liked drow. You are all so beautiful, the dark skin, the glistening in the light...black flesh against my pale skin..." Ivy shuddered, the touch against her aroused body melding with the scent of Midnight. And she whispered. "I...I don't want it, yet...I want it so very badly. I won't fight, not now...I don't know about later...but not now. You smell wonderful...the touch of you against me like a silk caress...I know I was made for this. I should hate it, yet I crave it. I don't...don't know what I should do..."