Kaname’s cheeks and even abs flushed as Ahri expertly molested their guide.  She was embarrassed, but she didn’t really want to look away, either.<br/><br/>As the cat girl’s hips began to rock and her kimono slipped off under the tails, the purple haired girl wrenched h<br/>er eyes away. They settled on her mute friend and she offered a cheerful smile,<em>What had he been asking earlier?</em><br/><br/>She held out her hand.  A glowly purple mist flowed from her gauntlet into the form of a rectangle, then coalesced into a small chalk board with a few sticks of white chalk.  She wrote on it and passed it to Stelian.  It said,<br/><br/><em>   I’m sorry, what were you asking earlier?  <br/>   Perhaps we should price the slave girl’s and see if there is one to your liking?  <br/>   My brother has a beautiful little redhead.  All the successful men in my country do.  <br/></em><br/>