What a difference in lives they have lived; Faeryl didn't get good at shooting and killing people by having her life catered for her, after all. Considering she got to this point after being blown up twice, and killed once before being brought back with a cybernetic brain... yeah, she could see why the girl was 'slowly learning' to take care of herself without aid. Fae would have to work on that with her most likely...<br/><br/>Her room was... very pink... sheets, canopy... then there was the three bits of furniture and the closet... those were some interesting outfits... not exactly sized for her though, must have been a maid's. She could probably make a few work though.<br/><br/>She turned back as her 'host' began talking again, and she did assure that she had 'friends' indeed. Hopefully. Maybe. She raised a brow as the woman pivoted so hard she was worry she'd break an ankle, and smiled wide as the woman wrapped up her little bit. If she were 'lucky' huh? Cute...<br/><br/>Fae tapped her chin, arm across her chest, and then motioned for Dawn to come a little closer, as if to show her something she'd noticed. Catch was, when the taller woman GOT there, Fae would instead grab the collar of the woman's spider-silk outfit, pull her down - off balance - and with a big step would pull and 'toss' her onto the bed. Fae may not have had super strength, but she was damn strong! She was even faster though; scrambling atop the bed, she'd be on the dragoness in a moment, pushing her on her back and straddling her, pinning her arms and looking down on her from above with a smirk...<br/><br/>...and then she'd force her lips upon the taller woman's, Fae's own cock hardening as she worked to keep the woman pinned and kissing, lips and tongue working to infiltrate the other woman's mouth and taste her... at least until she pulled away, looking down at her with a smirk and no hint of her own thoughts - a benefit of being mute, she found...