<div class="floatright">(http://i.imgur.com/gTJrum2.jpg)</div>Illaamnomniss Dol, ex-KWPD SWAT Officer, legal quadriplegic and even more legally 'dead' at the good old age of 175. It was strange being 'dead'; she had no job, her son had inherited everything including her apartment - which is where she'd been staying the last week - and most of her specialized equipment was now gone. Still had her weapons, but beyond that not a whole lot, and even then they were her non-magical backups... she was perhaps saddest about the loss of those.<br/><br/>It had taken some time to get used to the cybernetic limbs... eyes... basically everything was different now on her that wasn't on her torso, and even then her upper back was mostly metal now, and her spine was metal-plated with the nerve-enhancers. Not that most could see it with the Second-Skin suit she wore; a skintight, tough bodysuit that came in various grades and strengths and seemed designed and sold solely for women and transwomen... with a transparent front to show off the breasts, though the crotch was<em>barely</em>covered... but it was still exceptionally popular, and personally Doll - what people tended to call the middle-aged elven woman before she 'died' - enjoyed how comfortable they were.<br/><br/>Still, having a full set of limbs, functioning eyes and ears, and more was a lot better than she could be, which was<em>actually</em>dead or worse, alive and quadriplegic, blind, and deaf. So when the offer for a blank check to get herself kitted out came up, who was she to say no? Likewise, when she got a call stating she was 'required' here... well, who was terribly surprised when you took a $100,000.00.00 loan from a dragon? This could only end<em>so very</em>well...<br/><br/>The pale-blonde MILF still was let in with heavy weapon on her back and another sidearm under one arm, ammunition and gear allowed because really who would try something<em>here</em>with all of the guards around? Not to mention witnesses... and besides, 'dead' women didn't need to worry about those rules anyway, and she'd enjoy those leniencies for now until she was inevitably 'reinstated' as having been alive...<br/><br/>That might just be the next thing she went to do; she wanted some of her shit back, she<em>liked</em>her shit...<br/><br/><strong>"Busy? He's the one who invited <em>me</em> for this meeting..."</strong>Doll grumbled at the two half-dragons, having already glanced around at the attractions and the defenses - these eyes of hers were<em>sooo</em>effective in this light!<strong>"Anything or anyone huh?"</strong><br/><br/>Doll crossed her arms under her heavy breasts, looking the dragons up and down. Thinking for a bit, she figured that she was about to get fucked something fiercely by a big silver dragon, metaphorically at least. Well, maybe she could get fucked by one or two literally before that?<br/><br/><strong>"You two on the menu? Been a bit too long since I've ridden a good pole..."</strong>Doll inquires glancing from one to the other, noting that the skintight dresses didn't exactly reveal a bulge, if one were there.<strong>"Assuming at least one of you has a pole to ride... you got somewhere for me to wait either way, or is that for me to find?"</strong>