Thalya Balworth (http://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=90729)<br/><br/><div class="floatright">(http://i176.photobucket.com/albums/w172/minarou/d51733c7-212f-4bfc-ad58-a6d67e51b00c.jpg)</div><br/><br/>Thalya noticed the eagerness and hunger for her by the amorous satyr, Trube.  Perhaps they could use this to their advantage; if nothing else they could leech out any useful information from the man-goat regarding his mistress, the Mad Mage, any weakness that they could exploit when it comes to that.  It would be easy enough for she has everything she needs to make this hybrid putty into her hands.<br/><br/>“Certainly.  If that is what you desire…” she said coyly in reply to his request.  It was matter of time but the buxom sorceress soon slipped out her robes, letting them fall by her feet and leaving them where they lay as she regally strutted to the waiting Trube, her huge orbs enticingly bouncing with each stride.  Standing shamelessly before the satyr, she let an exhilarating chill cascade down her spine, making her pert nipples harden from the cooling air, as she let his gaze feast on her naked curvy form.  Even without looking, Thalya could feel the mixed feelings of other eyes upon her, and could not help but feel smug for being well endowed as she is.  It did not matter though, for she is doing all this for her nephew, for Norton's sake.<br/><br/>“What are you waiting for, sir satyr?  Are you just going to stand there and ogle?  I am yours for the time being...”<br/>