"A dune that doesn't *ever* move~?" Lucille pondered aloud, blinking at the flashing red icon of the aptly named 'DEAD ZONE'; The witch chuckled, drawing her legs to her chest with a smirk- "Mmmm, I think that's *exactly* what I'm looking for for..."<br/><br/>A snap of her fingers, and her Gunner's Broom twitched upright, the complex mechanisms built into the weapon/transport/staff chirping obediently at they registered the new coordinates. It seem like Grandma was *right* after all...That was the *perfect* place to hide something like that...<br/><br/>-Of course, it wouldn't help if the orc was thinking about it *too* hard. Her feet arched high on her heeled boots, Lucille sauntered up behind him, as he hunched at the console...The lovely witch *leaning* in, her breath warm on the greenskin's neck as she pressed her lovely form against the back of his chair...Her arms rising to wrap around him, her fingers wandering his torso...Then dipping down, tracing a slow, sensual path down to his groin- To fondle the hot, *hard* bulge of Drek'thar's stiffening erection in long, soothing strokes, putting his own, well-practiced hand techniques to shame!<br/><br/>"Now for your reward," she purred, hitting a button on the console as her nimble hands rubbed his taint- Switching to a more *interesting* channel as Lucille settled on his lap...The images he'd been viewing taking on a decidedly *erotic* slant, as the witch straddled him, licking her lips in anticipation...