<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/originals/eb/d8/a4/ebd8a42bc4db97868155efa9388ad1ef.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Myrina Valda<br/><strong>Location:</strong>The Barn<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Anna, Bastion<br/><hr/><hr/><br/>Her wolfish grin was gleeful and hungry likely due in part to that warm, desirable feel of the magic boy's rump in her hand, and the cute little squeak he let out after, in her mind, she gave him a little love tap. An opinion that didn't diminish as he rubbed his sore little ass. "I expect it'd take more than that to break your ass…" she leaned toward him a little more as if offering a secret that she wasn't actually too concerned hiding.<br/>"...I'd be willing to prove it to you later."<br/><br/>After that Myrina didn't offer any more snarky remarks as Bastion touted his mushroom hunting. She didn't even chuckle at his record breaking claims. After all, the very last thing she wanted to be doing with her time was combing the swamp for fungus. So as long as BJ was happy doing the<em>dirty work</em>, she'd be happy to keep chopping orcs apart. Minus the ones she had to drag back to camp, of course. A condition she was reminded of when her captive shreaked in her ear.<br/>"Huh, you know, I'd nearly forgotten he was there…" she shot back when Bastion brought up her<em>luggage</em>.<br/><br/>Then she was suddenly reminded of another who refused to be forgotten, when an exploratory hand found a nice tight hold on her firm behind. Unlike Bastion's supple cheeks, Anna would find Myrina's ass to be toned, and hard as obsidian. She probably could have cracked a walnut between her cheeks, if that was your thing.<br/>Myrina's brows bounced up with pleasant surprise, and her brain stored away the contact for later. In the meantime her wide grin showed more teeth as she turned her head to notice the fake innocence of the alchemist behind them. She then reached one long arm out and hooked her hand around the scholarly woman's hips, as she dragged Anna in closer to them<br/>"Careful now, miss Anna, unless you want me to get ideas of bending you over BJ here, and doing some research of my own…"<br/><br/>As Bastion ordered her a drink, Myrina raised two fingers to the waitress indicating they wanted one for Anna as well. She was content to just keep one hand planted on Anna's supple hip, while the other reached for her beer, and letting the other two gas on about poisonous plants. It was when Anna jumped back that she turned her attention back to the orc. "Awful little bastard!" She'd exclaim as she flung the creature off of her back, face-planting it on the ground at her feet. Then just to drive his place home, she stamped her foot down on his cheek, grinding his face into the ground.<br/>Leaving her boot planted on the side of the beast's head, she regarded Anna's offer with a smirk. "I honestly don't think he'll be biting at you now, miss Anna. But seeing as I brought him all the way here for you, you feel free to shoot him up with whatever you like." Then she emphasized that by raising her beer with Bastion. "Cheers."