<div class="floatleft">(http://i9.photobucket.com/albums/a68/thommytsunami/emma3.png)</div><br/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 18pt;"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: impact;">Milady de Winter</span></span><br/><em>Transgender Terror, Queen of Ice</em><br/><strong>STR:</strong>0<strong>SPE:</strong>3<strong>INT:</strong>4<br/><strong>DUR:</strong>1<strong>AGL:</strong>3<strong>PER:</strong>5<br/><br/><strong>Milday de Winter's Room</strong><br/><br/>It took centuries of willpower not to quiver when the Incubus lightly stroked her. His touch felt like nothing on Earth. Milady de Winter sighed deeply and took a step back even though she longed for the feeling of his pale finger. She gently took the dress from and put it over her shoulder.  With a sly smile she turned around and bent over, showing just how the dress would expose the pale flesh of her exquisite ass.<br/><br/>"Oh, I don't think it's a problem... do you, cheri?"<br/><br/>Then she pushed back so her ass was pressed against the Incubus's crotch. Ever so gently, her ivory cheeks rubbed the demonic tool she could feel barely contained by his breeches.