<div class="floatleft">(http://i68.tinypic.com/2s0gyz5.jpg)</div><strong>Tashiel Averlorn</strong><br/><br/>Tashiel sighed, squirming gently as Senna hoisted her up.  It seemed less like struggling, more like contentedly settling in.  Still bare, a flush could still be seen on her skin, and she continued her gentle, sensual writhing, even while being carried.<br/><br/>On the other hand, she spoke no further, settling into a pleasant reverie, the aftereffects of her pleasurable treatment putting her almost into a dreamlike state.