Name: Kalin Va<br/>Location: The Barn<br/>Tagging: Bastion<br/><br/>A wild intensity within an amusement comes to the eyes of Kalin Va, "of the receptive one". He begins to relate the events with great care. "Mmmmm, he was a pretty boy that I saved from highwayman who were going to take him against his will and then sell him off to slavers spoiled. I would not allow this. I defended him and cut down the assailants, I later taught him the sword of my people. He was Very nimble and had great attention to detail, a perfect one to have... my attentions.  Long black hair, blue eyes, creamy skin, an adorable patch of pubic hair. A softness and a resilience". Kalin Va adjusts his legs, "his appetite and endurance were...delicious." Kalin Va looks far away, seeing and being where it is that he sees. "He would lie there breathing lightly, spent from his own pleasure leaking out, not shooting, but a relieved sigh and leaking.  Spent from my own pleasure filling and filling him constantly. He would rub his stomach after, enjoying the warmth that filled him and spread to his limbs" He becomes aware of himself. He licks his lips and returns to his tavern fare. Then turns back to say, "and mainly I don't drink as my instinct to use the holes available to me to endure my pleasure becomes harder to resist".<br/><br/>Responding to Bastion's hand, He says<br/>"I do love the heat of the dance" the adept hand of Kalin Va finds it's way to hold the side of Bastion, as a question. Lightly enough to be rebuked without offense taken.