@InsatiableSym โMm~โ
Came the breathy moan, a hand coming up to gently bat his away, not permanently but rather because the Hell Knight was moving to lay face down, head resting on her crossed arms as she flicked a look over her shoulder to him.
โContinue.โ
@InsatiableSym Ingrid allowed the touch, eyelids fluttering gently at the odd sensation of him against the silks smooth caramel that was her own.
Not simply for pleasure, but curiosity did she allow him to continue, shrugging out of the coat until she held it bunched about her waist, sighing +
@ConqueringOrc F.
Ah. A trophy from a raid.
He appears to be, like the rest of his piggish kind, mistaking degradation for conquest, and conquest for worth.
How small he must be, to need proof like this. . . Tch~
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Tch.
It would seem prudent that I take stock of the company being kept.
Those brave enough to submit themselves for appraisal may do so below. I shall rate with all due honesty.
โค๏ธ + โป๏ธ + ๐ผ๏ธ = Rating
Present yourselves!
Him using his sword staff to block allowed Ingrid the opening sheโd need, another strike sent his way as she followed, not allowing him to use the greater length of his weapon.
If he blocked again, the opening it afforded would have his legs swept out from him.
Lance was indeed brave, for one needs to be brave to be a paladin.
The brave knight reflexively blocked the strike with his own sword staff.
The strike, however, had enough force to make him skid across the floor.
It was clear on who Lance was dealing with.
โOf a kind.โ
Ingrid said smoothly, relaxing back in her chair, stretching with a soft sigh.
โGood, hm? I must admit it has been a while since Iโve made myself โ let alone company โ breakfast.โ
She thought much less of most any other Orc.
Most were mindless sex pests of course.
Or worse.
Ingrid thought of the very little.
But he didnโt look like the ones employed at Nomad, nor the ones who roamed the desolated streets.
That allowed him some mercy from the +
intoxicated Hell Knight, enough that Dark Flame was not summoned to divorce his head from his shoulders.
โIngrid, Hell Knight.โ
The voice of the woman, usually so severe and proper, softened by the consumption of the drink she sipped at as she withdrew her hand.
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