<sup><strong><em>The Nest</em></strong></sup><br/><br/><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"Thanks, that helps.", he sighs with relief.<br/>The two spend the remander of the session relaxing. After Harris felt rested, he gathered his clothing and got dressed.<br/>"You were great.", he compliments as he readies himself, "So, how much do I owe you?"<br/></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br/><em>"Your welcome, anytime sweetie."</em>She responds back with.<br/><br/>Harris would just relax,  it seems content to enjoy the quietness of the moment.   She herself would be drawn to his prior words.  The black trench soldiers,  the rounding up of non humans,  such as the elven and other races.  The racial purification of the lands.<br/><br/>After a bit he would get up and begin to gather his cloths and begin dressing.      Sitting up herself in the bed.  The smell of sex heavy upon her.  She silently wished she learn that spell that cleaned.    With getting dress Harris addresses her again,  as she smiles and replies.<em>"Thank you,  a  gold piece or ten silver for the two hours."</em><br/><br/>With that she herself would get out of bed.   Her anal still tender and sore.   She would reach for her sorceress robe gown.   Through she does not slip it on.  Merely collecting it in hand.   As she waited to see if Harris would pay her now.  Or was he going to go out to his friend and he pay.  He had said something of such she seems to remember.<br/>