<div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/5/5e/3bfaeb75dbcce83bfc397be0f8c47baa.jpg)</div><strong>Xanatov Itugen</strong>(https://docs.google.com/document/d/1nZc8QUdk9LCbRhWohfuYEkG-X01vvibwqNY9pRV1Noo/edit)<br/><br/>Xanatov smirked harder.  Smug superiority danced in his eyes.  Her hatred was making this indescribably hot.  "Open my trousers, little one," he purred, mocking her with the affectionate diminutive.<br/>