<div class="floatleft">(http://i66.tinypic.com/15o8l02.jpg)</div><br/>A bit sore, taking careful steps, but wearing a content smile on her lips, Ember padded down the street to listen to the sermon. Her sensations of the surroundings thoroughly filtered by the sensations within her. Cassia was hard to miss in the crowd. Behind the tall woman was th eperfect place to perch and listen. Not that the sermon was anything new. Such cults, two per copper piece, and worth a tenth of that.<br/><br/>The scent of sex clung to her, but that was nothing unusual in this town. Later on, she'd have a nice bath, scrape all of this off, and have a nice rest... somewhere. She shifted from foot to foot, trying to seem interested in the sermon whenever one of the priests looked her way. A soft touch  and nod letting Cassia know of her presence.<br/><br/>If only that thug was a little more... proactive. Ember almost laughed at herself. Satisfied, but still not sated? It's been a while since she had such an intensive... workout. And wanting even more? That was excessive, and she forced herself to push all those sweaty, hot, heavy thoughts underneath the rug.<br/><br/>Oh, right. The sermon. She tried to look interested again. The others paying attention were the same old audience that flocked to such nonsense anyways. No one useful or interesting. She yawned and held on to her purse, lest it be stolen. Doubtlessly there were thieves around too. And later on, she'd go with the holy warrior too. No sense in separating yet again.