Marcheron chuckled, "from what I heard of you girl, you've got itches that need scratching fairly often."  His eyes were down at her, and he let his hand cup one of her breasts, giving it a gentle squeeze.  "I'm no rich man, but were I a younger man, I'd gladly pay to be one of the men that helps you scratch those itches."<br/><br/>He sighed, giving the firm breast one last squeeze.  "Well, show me what you've got,"  His white bushy eyebrows raised mirthfully almost as if he was suggesting she show him her body.  "But don't tell me where you got it... a young woman like you doesn't just come across old interesting items by the most legal of means."<br/><br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">ooc</div><div class="spoiler_body">I didn't mean for the image to be of lesbian sex.  I apologize if it came off that way.  If anything I meant for the human woman to be representative of Brea's humanity, and the demoness to be representative of her sexuality.  Almost as if it was two natures fighting against each other.  I won't force the story into any lesbian acts and forgive me if it seemed like that was my intention.</div></div>