<strong>Oriana, Silas, and Marisa</strong><br/><br/>After a few moments of somewhat frantic searching amongst the various supplies of the Oleg's, Silas found precisely what he was looking for; rope, thin and cut short. From the looks of the hempen fiber it was meant to tie sticks together, but the Rogue's intent for the material was hardly for plants. Grabbing two coils of the stuff, Silas slung them around his shoulder before sauntering back to Oriana.<br/><br/>Apparently Oriana was having fun without him, as the waifish thing on her knee was any indication. Silas studied the two with his light blue eyes, momentarily drinking up their topless, writhing forms before a queer smile tugged at the edges of his lips, the kind of smile you'd find someone experiencing when they pick up a gold piece only to discover a platinum underneath. Nothing changed concerning the plan he had for Oriana, and yet at the same time everything he had thought will happen had changed. Oh well, he wasn't here to<em>think</em>about what he was going to do; actions spoke louder than words, and Silas really wanted to get right into the action.<br/><br/>Standing over the pair, Silas draped an arm under the armpit of Oriana and Marisa, each hand resting on a breast; of the two, he'd have to say he enjoyed the way Oriana's bosom filled his hand, her flesh supple and generous. Regardless of preferences, he lightly scraped his index finger's nail over each of their areola, occasionally flicking a nipple as he crouched to eye level, giving each a wet, lustful kiss before speaking to both, "<strong>C'mon girls, I've got some fun planned for the two of you, although I'd much prefer to do it away from...</strong>" He looked over to the remaining sitters before giving a smile, "<strong>... Prying eyes.</strong>"