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Region: Dreams of Good Hope
Lodged | From | Messages |
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The Federation of Aerlanica | "Uh...yeah, sure, why?" Judy asked. ****** The Aerlanicans seemed satisfied with this, and asked if there was a way they could make a production line and mass produce these firebottles. ****** The Aerlanicans took the change well, still entranced by Delegata. While they were initially uncomfortable with the lack of clothing, a few words of assurance from Delegata kept them from complaining, and soon they went about their buisness. However, when Delegata told them those who impressed Delegata would be rewarded and recieve a reward, they practically scrambled into action. By the end of the week she was bombarded with artworks, songs, dance performances with partners, and other such things. There was, however, some displays of physical and combat prowess this time. From all the paintings, there was a woman who painted a beautiful portrait of Delegata, so perfect was the skill that it was nearly a mirror image, with a few minor and insignificant flaws here and there. Surprisingly, she was also an extremely good singer as well. There was a piece of jewelry made by a man, and another man showed off to Delegata by challenging, and defeating, ten other men. ****** Iblion nodded. He smiled. ****** Some of the succubi she tugged the tail of grimaced and laughed with her, others gasped in...joy? As for her scaling of the walls, she was often called down by guards and other succubi concerned for her health. Lithalia saw her actions and smiled, and, deciding she was mature enough, eventually sat Alyne down one day. "Hello darling, come here." A brief embrace was followed by a kiss to Alyne's forehead. "Strange." Eastrid said as she looked at the tail. Without asking, she gave it a quick tug. "Yeah...wasn't...Zay and Zera the ones with the kerfuffle with Tim?" |