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/>Thalya eyes frowned; her lips curl as she pouted.  “Hmph! You saying ‘old’ makes it sounds so bad, nephew.”  She moves pass him as she goes further in to the room.  The carnal feeling crawling over the sorceress was getting worst more so upon seeing what this room is.  It all had what she needed, if only he would allow her… Shivering she slipped into the shadows and began removing her damp clothing until she was completely nude.  Her heart was beating rapidly by now but the heat between her legs was becoming unbearable. Taking a deep breath she steps out into the dim light, with one arm covering her bosoms and her free hand over her crotch.<br/><br/>“Nephew… Come over here…”<br/>