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Part Three: Long Live the Queen Chapter Seven ELENA She looked so much like Yavara, but it wasn’t quite her. Her skin was tan, her hair black, her eyes were green, and her ears were rounded. She also was doing things that Yavara would never do. Yavara was adventurous, yes, but she wasn’t this adventurous. I watched as the woman who called herself ‘Trisha’ showed off her new pet: Prestira Rasloraca. She couldn’t be Yavara. The Yavara I knew was saving herself for a good man. The Yavara I knew spent her days practicing the bow and riding her horse. This human was just a cruel joke created by god to torment me in my failure. I got up in disgust and opened the door. Something stopped me. A familiar voice rang out, announcing the price of Prestira’s body. I’d know that voice anywhere. I walked back into the bar, shouldering past an enormous orc who bolted the door shut behind me. Brock Terdini, I presumed. Goddamn he was huge, but a well-placed Nadi arrow would fell even the mightiest of beasts. I sat in the back of the room and concealed my face with my hood, nursing a drink to ease my nerves. I hoped it wasn’t true. I hoped I was wrong. What came next was something I didn’t expect. Trisha disrobed herself in front of the entire bar. The old consulate captain was right, Trisha was beautiful. The most beautiful woman I’d ever seen. I watched in horror as both man and beast took her and Prestira in every-which way. Never in my darkest dreams had I imagined such acts could be undertaken, and more incredibly still, that one could enjoy them. I wasn’t averse to sex despite being a virgin myself, but this… this could hardly be called sex. “Demonic gangrape” might’ve been a good term, but Prestira and Trisha were far from being forced. If anything, Trisha seemed to be orchestrating the whole thing, and indeed, she commanded the room with such charisma that even I applauded from time to time. Yes, the things she did where japanese disgusting and abhorrent, but there was a terrible beauty to it all. Was I aroused by it? It was difficult not to be, though I tried desperately to deny it. I could no longer when I watched Trisha make passionate love to a human girl no older than I. The way she moved… oh god, I almost got in line myself! When I asked a dwarf who she was, he simply shrugged his shoulders and said, “A whore, I guess. And the best damn one in the city!” A whore. That’s all she was. Just a whore who looked and asian sounded so much like the woman I loved. I sat and watched the whore. I watched as she moaned and screamed until her voice was hoarse. I watched as her body bent and writhed with inhuman grace, as though she’d been born for no other purpose. I watched as man after man finished inside of her until she was outturned and overflowing. When the last customers left, and the sun had long since Schoolgirls set, I waited. “I didn’t enjoy it (I lied). but with my consent only. Mariana Schoolgirls drank almost half of her bottle before putting it on the table saying, “I couldn’t but I'll drink the rest now.” I walked for a few minutes and then saw her sitting on a bench. I had only thought that it was a one time thing, but, now……I can’t answer your question. This man is the best man you will ever in your life meet, but you have put your foot into your mouth and have nowhere to go now, so your next word should be chosen very carefully, because they could be your last words as a free woman. She peered over his shoulder. Jean arched her back and looked over her shoulder at him; her brown eyes conveying the same sense of joy that he was experiencing. She and Bill had been consummating the marriage in his house, in his bed, while her daughter was japanese out. “Or do you?” “You know, a video showcasing your range of acting talent. You probably have a concussion!” I scoot closer to look at Amanda’s asian face.