<br/><div class="floatright">(https://i.imgur.com/FUZQBX9.jpg?1)</div><strong>Name: </strong>Sparrow (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=276392.msg13585650#msg13585650)<br/><strong>Tagging: </strong>Group 1<br/><strong>Wearing: </strong>Ripped up  monk garments (https://i.imgur.com/Sq5Quod.jpg)<br/><strong>Status:</strong>HP- 14/20    Flow- 1   XP- 4/8<br/><hr/><br/>Sparrow flinched, ever so slightly, when Anahita began exploring the boy's smooth, slender chest, especially when her probing fingers found their way across the boy's nipples. It was subtle, the little tremble that came with the uninvited touch, but it was definitely there, did he perhaps have sensitive nipples? While the sorceress didn't find as much fun in playing with them as she would with another woman, that could still prove to be useful information down the line. His brow furrowed at her continued vulgar verbal assault. She seemed dead set on painting him as some kind of cock hungry whore, despite the fact he had never even come into contact with a satyr cock at all during their battle, well aside from that one herm that had slapped her cock across his face and tried to make him suck it, but he had refused to do so! If anything Anahita was the one who had submitted to the satyrs, having seemed to get down on her knees and start worshiping one the moment the fight started, something the boy dearly wanted to bring up, but he stopped himself, realizing that getting into an argument would essentially be just giving Anahita what she wanted.<br/><br/>And so the boy continued to<del>ignore </del>submit to her rough treatment, allowing himself to be molested and mocked to her heart's content. Thankfully Alexander drew the woman's attention away with a well placed inquiry, one that Sparrow was admittedly interested in hearing the answer to as well. Myara was not exactly the most benevolent place in the world, especially when it came to their derogatory treatment of Shalakans, as evidenced by Anahita's own actions towards him. He had at first assumed that Ana was some kind of exception to the rule, but the fact that she was now using him as a living chair proved otherwise. The monk attempted to continue his meditation, but it was proving more and more fruitless, between the conversations going on, the constant buzzing noise from Mei, and now the feeling of Anahita's ass grinding against his bare cock, it was impossible to keep his mind clear and focused. Letting out a sigh the boy's eyes finally fluttered open, a small blush dusting his cheeks, "excuse me Anahita, would you mind finding somewhere else to sit?" he asked as cordially as possible, trying to keep a straight face, of course the sudden stiffness pressing against the mage's butt would make it clear just how "difficult" the position was making things for him.