EDY
Edy, dressed like she was dressed both for a motorcycle voyage and a BDSM session, was clad all in black leather with inappropriate slits in the sides, chest, and up the thighs. Given she couldn't really get cold though and given that the sex room was back in the Grounds, maybe it wasn't actually that inappropriate given who her travelling companions were.
"Okay okay. So tell me what we know again? The Prince used to be a man we think, who was boning that woman, and so far he doesn't seem to give any fucks about like...coming back into the fold, or you know, not living like a mouldy piece of shit underground?" Running her tongue across her front teeth, the Rapacious raises a brow toward Sam. "That about it?"
"Okay okay. So tell me what we know again? The Prince used to be a man we think, who was boning that woman, and so far he doesn't seem to give any fucks about like...coming back into the fold, or you know, not living like a mouldy piece of shit underground?" Running her tongue across her front teeth, the Rapacious raises a brow toward Sam. "That about it?"
i want to k i _ _ you.
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