Ampere<br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body">Just as she was slipping her las clothes on, Felice noted that the legs of one of the statue - one of the satirs - were, in all likelihood, detachable. And she could easily tell that they'd probably be quite comfortably to hold in a hand...almost like these were handles.<br/>Most of the rest of the room seemed just like what it was - big, opulent, ostentatious, and comfortable, with a streak of naughtiness, and showing off.<br/>The form on the bed was, in this regard, a good addition to it.<br/>At this moment, Gerdi started moving.<strong><br/>"Heh. Why do you need these?",</strong> she smiled, stretching her muscular frame like a cat.</div></div><br/>***<br/>Kathyan<br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body"><strong>"It's probably a trick of the light, and your imagination. I don't think my mistress has created me with a face that can change expressions",</strong> the figurine explained.<br/><strong>"Does it, now? I wouldn't put much stock in this. Sounds can be misleading inside of a house",</strong> the witch said. And she was indeed expressionless. <strong>"If anything, I would rather wait for her to come to my room. Well, presuming you wanted her to be well-disposed towards you, I mean. Though I could easily explain to her why you would be in the kitchen."</strong></div></div>