<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/>The shopping was quite the affair, a pile of loot to sell leaving Thogstien flush with coin and a need to spend it. The silk wrap she had certainly wouldn't work, a fine tailor able to turn it into something functional and nice for a bit of hard earned coin. The real problem was Anahita's rags, quite unbefitting of Thog's property. Supplies for adventure and quite a few interesting new items were needed on top of updating Anahita's outfit with something quite a bit nicer than the simple rags she'd come out with, although it was rather disappointing to have her need to use the poncho while outdoors. Prudish city-folk would never understand the power of being able to show off well dressed prizes.<br/><br/>The tavern was a fresh slice of heaven though, able to yank the poncho off of Anahita and tug the woman's leash behind to show off her prize all the way up towards the second floor with a small mocking kiss blown towards the dancing lady-boy as the din of the tavern rang in her ears. Sliding into the cubicle, Thog pulled Anahita down and pushed her property underneath the table with each tug giving less and less slack on the chain to drag the other woman to her knees.<strong>"You can stay down there and make yourself useful."</strong>She grinned, grasping Anahita by the hair with her free hand and pulling the tall mage between her legs. Thog wrapped her thighs around Anahita's shoulders, not releasing the hair or leash until she ground the mages face between her legs with her heels digging into the wizard's back to keep her in place.<br/><br/>The amusement was only somewhat spoiled when the distraction of the tavern wench arrived, a slight grumble starting and fading at once.<strong>"The what? Maybe. Just bring me some drinks and something good to eat. Go ahead and put some nice food in a bowl for my pet too."</strong><br/><br/>She let her gaze move towards the oil wrestling cage, ignoring the cheers from the pointless story no where nearly as interesting as the naga she had fought with her newly lost party, while she waited for the others to arrive. The coin from the first trip was a good start but hardly enough for more than a week or so of decent revelry but it would fund a better trip, one even deeper into the Anus and glory.<strong>"Go ahead and thank me properly for your new clothing with that long tongue of yours."</strong>She laughed, reaching down to grip and pull on Anahita's hair with a sharp tug.