<div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/c/c8/Phelypsis.jpg)</div><br/><hr/><br/>Phelypsis got a little flustered when Eisa shot out a honorific she had not heard in a while. It was flattering, and Eisa probably was just trying to be friendly, but Phelypsis certainly wasn't one - not yet. At best she could claim that the Delvers were one happy hinsha, but she was far from being the leader. It felt almost as if she was pretending and boasting with faslehoods simply by having someone else say it. Floppy ears flopped down with shame. Phelypsis of course didn't have time to correct Eisa before the cleric went on and gave her a reason to pull those ears over her eyes. Lewdest thing? Why of course someone had to say it was Andra wrestling. "Uuuhhh..." Phelypsis groaned, peeking from behind the cover. "Nuh...  it's not...  it's not meant to be lewd." Though in general it did end up turning like that, now that Phelypsis thought of it.<em>That wasn't the point though!</em><em>It just so happened that when two Andra got together and started competing their bodies got all hot and they couldn't help it if battle got them horny too-  Oh.</em>A realization spread on Phelypsis' face. She got it. It completely looked like some kind of breeding ritual from the outside.<br/><br/>She brooded over Eisa's words as Nuria spoke up. Phelypsis pursed her lips to a frown when Nuria confirmed it. "It's not the point..." she grumbled. She would have to teach them the meaning of the tradition sometime later, and show them it's not all bout getting hot and bothered. Maybe if they got to experience it first had they could see beyond the naked oiled bodies and feel the true meaning of the exercise? "Hmheh~" That she would do. Phelypsis assumed a smile again, already settled on a plan.<br/><br/>The tufty little brows had gone a full circle from shame to joy. Naturally another low would follow next. The outrageous suggestion made Phelypsis' eyes widen. Use a drink? Her hands rose up to shield where her nipples would be protectively. Her face moved a few shades closer to the bright red of the scarf. With the amount of exposure she had had to Nuria recently Phelypsis still managed to keep mostly cool, cool enough to appreciate the idea of Yula being tied up for the night. "Hah! Yes. I agree suspicious fox could be shown to some ropes so she doesn't get up to anything suspicious at night," she blurted out the moment after Nuria's sentence had passed.<br/><br/>"Me next," she announced, talking as they followed Nuria indoors. "Best food ever is meat on flame spears by some southern pointy ear tribe. I remember someone back home brought a few of them as thralls and they cooked best spicy meat! They had some stranger name for it though. Best loot is...  Hmm... Maybe most I would want a real Andrian blade - a big one; or actually a huge one maybe better. And lewd..." A momentary pause. Many lewd thoughts sprung to mind, but the barbarian's instincts kicked in, suppressing her tongue. She felt frustrated. Nuria had taught her many times how she could speak whatever she wanted, and besides she wanted to be more like the Godlike - be bold and open with her desires. Phelypsis had to say something before it got awkward, "Ah...  m-maybe that milking wouldn't be so bad?"<em>Good stuff! Just as brave as Nuria.</em>For some reason it was a little tough for Phelypsis to keep eye contact after saying it. She adjusted the scarf to hide more of her face, nearly blinding herself.