The man looked in the large, ornamented mirror, adjusting the unexistant bow tie, cock bobbling in it's correct place. Giving the mirror a yellow eyed stare, the man told his reflection<strong>"We are Pharros.."</strong>He snickered, touching his new, obviously improved cock and continued talking to the reflection<strong>"Why 'we'? I dunno, just because~"</strong>.<br/><br/>Finishing examining his new, wonderful body, Pharros, in particular his new body parts (plus the cock, although that was not new) turned his attention to the room. Walking up to the desk, running his paw over fine material, radiating power<strong>"Ooh, fan-cy!"</strong>he said, before thinking<em>"Well, all of this belongs to me, so I better catch up on the correspondence.."</em><br/><br/>He sat at the desk, still naked, his paws up on the Malchior mahogany tabletop, cock still hard and needy, Pharros started looking through the papers, ignoring the drained goddess and his manhood for the moment.