<div class="floatleft">(http://ist1-4.filesor.com/pimpandhost.com/5/3/2/5/53250/w/m/h/N/wmhN/slaveelvenA.jpg)</div><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 36pt;"><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: times new roman;">Talanna</span></strong></span><br/><br/><strong>Elven, pleasure slave, cutpurse<br/><br/>HP 9  (current 9) AC 14</strong><br/><br/>During the ride, Talanna remained dutifully quiet.  Not offering any kind of response to the conversation going on.  Since no one spoke to her directly.   Much as a obedient slave would do.  Further pressing upon her companions that indeed she is a slave.<br/><br/>A few times during the course of the ride.  She though would face plant into Alexander's lap a few times due to the cobble stone of the streets, not being the smoothest of road ways.     Yet she maintain her composure.   Never once letting her sense of reserve to escape.  In-human perhaps, she is elven after all.<br/><br/>With Alexander getting out leaving the rest of them.  Talanna would ease up into where he had been sitting.   Next to the demoness.   She listen to the other two talk,  where to go.   The comments and histories being given out in snippets.   While the demoness talked about her connection to master Daniel.<br/><br/>Now she kept quiet not because of her training.   Instead it is because she mulls over the thoughts on virtue.   Especially after the talk of aphrodisiacs and their use.  Yet the worry upon protecting ones virtue.  Man who bred like a plague of rabbits.   It never failed to amuse her how worried they were over sex and protecting one's virtue.   Or how they made it seem so dirty when it was completely the opposite.   It was the reason she had assumed the role instead of merely performing.  Human social culture and  norms were so vastly against nature.     As she enjoyed performing fellatio.   She also had found the older a human the more tastier.   They fermented like a fine wine with age.<br/><br/>Then a sly gleam with a very naughty notion behind that gleam sparks in her violet hue orbs.  As she finally breaks her journey silence in the carriage.  As she looks to Belle or to others a harlot of the streets.<br/><br/><em>"He wants more then a touch,  bare yourself show him your breasts and perhaps perform fellatio upon him.  He has paid good coin.  My lady would be most disappointed and might not reward you with additional coin."</em><br/><br/>Her lady sat across from her,  unable to counter her words less she give herself away.  As the elven slave voice carried around the carriage,  drawing looks upon it from passerby's of the populous.<br/><br/>