<strong>Name</strong>: Thogstein Wolfgang Fitzgerald Hawthorn The Third (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=276392.msg14154975#msg14154975)<br/><strong>Tagging</strong>: Anahita, Sparrow, Others who might join<br/><strong>Wearing</strong>:<div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Fancy Tailored Moth Silk Battle Dress</div><div class="spoiler_body">(https://cdn.discordapp.com/attachments/448185564194144256/586187847502004254/D0102_a__50478.png)</div></div><br/><strong>HP</strong>: 25/25,<strong>XP</strong>: 4/8,<strong>Armor</strong>: 1<strong>Blood</strong>: 0<br/><div class="floatright">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/79/a2/91/79a2916544dff17dabe6cc3949922b83.jpg)</div><hr/><br/>They had their mission set, something to do in the next day or so at the least. She had ripped Anahita off of the rubber dong, gathering up her things and pulling the woman by her neck over towards the room they all managed to cram into.<strong>"Greetings Chains. I am Thogstein Wolfgang Fitzgerald Hawthorn The Third. You mentioned you met the others before yes?"</strong>The room certainly was a bit cramped, especially with all of them in there, and she tossed Anahita on to the bed with one hand while her other still held the cunt soaked toy in the other.<br/><br/>Flipping Anahita over onto her stomach, Thog brought down the wet toy on the tall woman's rear with a meaty smack. Streaks of Anahita's own juices were drawn across the red mark she left with the thick rubbery dong while she watched the bound mage with a feral grin on her lips.<strong>"I would assume you're called as such do to those things you have on you. What, pray tell, do they do so much that they became your namesake? Are they some Anus related contraption?"</strong>