<div class="floatright">(https://i.imgur.com/SKReSAD.jpg)</div><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 14pt;">Ophelia Cruz</span>(https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=337699.msg16030647#msg16030647)<br/><strong>HP:</strong>20/20<strong>XP:</strong>0/8<strong>Thirst:</strong>1/15<br/><strong>Effects:</strong><br/><strong>Actions:</strong><br/><hr/><br/>"Hmmm, maybe later. If you're good" Ophelia cooed when asked to parade Pandora around. Normally she wasn't one to provide a free show like that, but the girl sounded oh so smitten with the idea, and she supposed it would be a nice form of advertisement. Even at play at least part of Ophelia's mind was thinking about work. She loved her girls, doted on them like daughters, Pandora included, but they were still whores at the end of the day. As much as the vampire loved thinking of new ways to play with Pandora's body, she was just as keen on figuring out new ways to sell it as well.<br/><br/>And Pandora's little antics quickly proved why she was such a hot commodity. That phantasmal cock of hers, and all the similar growths her abilities allowed, made her entirely unique. People would pay a small fortune to try out something so exotic, and that's what made Pandora so valuable. Ophelia rose a brow at her display, not at her cock itself, but at the sheer audacity with which she wielded it.<br/><br/>"Well aren't you feeling feisty all of a sudden..." she cooed, reaching down and capturing Pandora's equine endowment in a surprisingly firm grip, her claws retracting so as not to accidentally scratch her. She gently stroked her cock up and down, decades of experience shining through with each subtle squeeze and curl of her fingers, the slight turns of her wrist, and the way she seemed to read even the slightest twitches on Pandora's face to find her sweet spots. Needless to say Ophelia knew her way around a cock. She could practically play it like an instrument, and getting her nice and hard was as easy at tuning a lute, "that hunger in your eyes...it looks like you're ready to pounce on me at any moment" she cooed, pressing forward, breast to breast,<span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 8pt;">"but do you dare try it...?"</span>she whispered, squeezing tight right under the wide flare of her cockhead, 'gently' reminding her that a cock alone didn't equate to power, as so many foolish men seemed to think.<br/><br/>With a small giggle she released her hold on Pandora's makeshift manhood, strutting over towards her desk and fishing out something from the drawer. It was a tiny hour-glass, filled with ebony black sand, "very well. I can understand a young woman needs to sate her rebellious phase, and try to impress her friends it seems" she said, glancing around the room, not seeing her ghostly voyeurs, but knowing they were there. With a smooth stride she made it back over to the bed, taking Pandora by the dick once more, using it as a handle to turn the girl around so Ophelia's back was to the bed, ready to be pushed upon it. With a smirk, Ophelia began to undress, and despite how complex her dress appeared, she only needed to undue a few clasps and a couple of buttons for the entire thing to fall down around her ankles in one fluid motion, leaving her in naught but her stockings and sleeves. Her body was like a smooth porcelain statue, having long lost the ability to grow hair below the neck. Her curves were motherly in most perverse sense, the way someone would happily describe someone else's mother, but twist in horror to hear describing their own. There was a hunger in Ophelia's eyes to match her own as she took Pandora's cock and pressed it against her tummy, using the spongey head to trace little circles around her womb, leaving no uncertainty just how deep she wanted her. Her skin was cool to the touch, though there remained a flicker of heat beneath the surface, enough to provide a warm sheath for her thick cock, "alright dear, you have 5 minutes to do whatever you wish...more if you impress me..." she teased, flipping the hour glass onto the night stand.