<div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/BVoyIAF.jpg)</div>There are very few moments when Cin isn't horny. When she's fighting (sometimes); when she's hungover and recovering from a long night of fucking and all her bits and bobs are still sore, when she's really hungry, and...no, no that's it.<br/><br/>But the cool drink of water stammering in her doorway is enough to get the engines going once more. Cinder feels the familiar tingle at the base of her spine, and cannot stop staring at those lovely tits. Her own state of undress forgotten, she releases her shirt, heavy breasts spilling out, takes the woman by the hand and draws her into the room.<br/><br/>She shuts the door and steps into the woman's personal space, so close that their bodies touch. "Stolen papers you say?" Cinder asks as she reaches up and runs her fingers through those lovely golden locks. "Two nights ago you say? Interesting. No, the constabulary are idiots when it comes to monstergirls. Not bad in bed, though."<br/><br/><em>Is she speaking of the constabulary as a whole? Did she really lay the entire force?</em><br/><br/>"Researching virgins, eh?" Cinder chuckles quietly as she caresses the girl's ear. "Lemme know if you need an assistant...for science, of course."<br/><br/>Cinder discovers the nape of Virella's neck. It's lovely. "Don't you think virgins are kinda dumb? I mean, not virgins themselves, but the idea of sending them to fight Pandora's legions in the dungeon? Don't the free nations realize how pointless that is? Virgins? What chance do they have? If they really wanted to fight Pandora's legions, they should just send me, I'd fuck their shit up right proper."<br/><br/>Cinder shrugs. "I mean, it would cost them." She bites her bottom lip in thought for a moment before her eyes light up. "Lirianal. It'd cost them Lirianal for me to take care of the Pandora problem for them. Don't really care for it all that much, but it has 'anal' in it, so I suppose if I belong anywhere, it's there."<br/><br/>Her hand is on the woman's breast. She has no memory of putting it there. Muscle memory, she supposes. "Oops, sorry." She removes the offending hand, though no further than her waist. "Go on..."<br/><br/>"We'll need to visit the scene of the crime, of course, and...wait...shape changer you say?" Her face goes suddenly serious. "We have to fuck right now."