<div class="floatleft">(http://i66.tinypic.com/15o8l02.jpg)</div><br/><strong>Drake's Room</strong><br/><br/>The sudden unfurling of wings startled Ember a little. "Wow." She winked at Drake. "Makes me wish I had a little devil's tail to show. Real wings. Can you fly with them?" Curiously, she reached out for the wings, to feel at the feathery, rich texture. Hopefully those won't burn someone of low moral standing, right?  The dim light oozing from Valva's eyes also made her think. How the hell could one be stealthy with glowing bodyparts?<br/><br/>Drake getting undressed didn't escape her attention, either. So she got undressed as well - the robes slipping off her shoulder revealing her slim body; there was just the bare minimum of austere curves there to make her pretty. She had a short gauze tunic on her, the material clinging to each and every rounding. The sexiness of the outfit slightly marred by the pair of wicked daggers strapped to her in easy reach; one on her forearm, the other on her thigh. The tunic was gone in another second, leaving the girl nearly naked.<br/><br/>Ember was a stark contrast to Valva's buxom, voluptuous figure. A greyhound's physique, with no extra ounce on the youthful body. A closer inspection might have revealed numerous old scars all over her body, mostly forming a crisscrossing pattern akin to something gained from repeated whipping. The pattern was a bit discolored, almost red and scale-like in spots.<br/><br/>"Now let's get that dress out of the way, shall we? So I acn finally see if you ooze light ... down there as well."