Sonya smiled, grabbing Promise's arm. The white of her skin and silver of her tattoos was a Sharp contrast to the black armor.<br/><br/>Once they reached an inn, Sonya pulled the other  two to a corner table. She sat between Belar and Promise, never letting go of the abyssal's hand. "We should get you out of that armor. It can't feel good being in all that all the time. And I am sure you have a beautiful body."<strong></strong><br/><br/>While Sonya's words might've seemed innocent, what she was thinking wasn't. Already, the lunar was imagining what Promise would look like with even less than her clothes. She pressed her legs together as her sex started to moisten, the faint smell of her arousal taking to the air.