"I suggest getting properly sized for a real one, if you didn't go that route; even most women wear bras improperly.  I'm just glad I'm lucky enough not to need one." she said, taking a break from her hair-brushing and lifting her bosom, emphasizing what she meant "Nice and perky with a strong back to support them!  But back to the councilors now, basically the nobleman was wanting to bring glory to the local nobility, and the merchant... was wanting to enslave me..."<br/><br/>She didn't go back to brushing, instead setting it down.  Looking up at Tarran, her smile remained, but her eyes narrowed, hardened.  Her disdain was like an aura, physical and hot, her dislike of the man-turned-futa beyond evident.<br/><br/>"My people tend to be associated with many things... poison, matriarchy, shadows, darkness, evil, *Lolth* (she spat the name like it made her ill), spiders, and... slaves..." she said, her voice calm but eerily so "I am not one of those, and hearing that this pathetic excuse for mortal flesh wished to see me as one of his... *properties*... it almost makes me wish my talents for magic were as varied as yours, that I may have the benefit of *variety* in what I would do to his body, mind, and soul..."<br/><br/>And then it was back to 'normal', brushing her hair again, and smiling pleasantly.<br/><br/>"But for now, aside from his... 'indentured servants'..." she repeated, and again the word seemed as if it fit in her mouth wrong "...it seems he is quite a problem for everyone around.  Him and the noble but at least the noble seems to be a bit less like a corkscrew and more like a circling vulture... why has he not been... removed if his seat was so easily bought?  Certainly the king could with but a decree?"