<div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/BVoyIAF.jpg)</div>Master wife? Apprentice spouse? Kinky little bitches. The man must be the meat in their little love sandwich. Hell, he's probably wearing a butt-plug now. If she doesn't get out of her quick, she'll end up trapped until Maeryll came hunting her down. Could be weeks lost in this little gooey love nest.<br/><br/>"I'm looking for a woman," she says to the master wife, just a hint of urgency in her voice. "She was in here recently. You'll remember her, raven haired, pale skinned, beautiful. It's Council business." Cinder throws down her badge, somewhat cum-stained, to help make the point. "I need to know everything you know about her. Especially where she may have gone."<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">ooc</div><div class="spoiler_body">Rhev! C'mon! You know I have a tiny little brain. You're worried about how long Cin has been awake; I'm trying to figure out how many calories are in a single french fry. I've got issues! Issues that make details hard to keep in mind. If only we had a way to keep these little details in order somewhere, because there is no telling what thought is going to plant itself in my head. I'm poor, sleep-deprived, heavily caffeinated, and stressing. Always stressing. </div></div>