Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-31049256-20171022125250/@comment-26288702-20171023013737

(Ibs) Imperia looks upon Partha with a smile, a tiny giggle escaping her. She immediately is reminded of the first time she met Cyndwella, and how she prostrated herself upon the floor of the Baron's castle in forgiveness for her arrogance. Slowly she kneels down and places a hand upon Partha's stomach and begins to rub it.

"Partha? Partha, dear? You may stand." Imperia's hand moves from Partha's stomach to her head. "You ripped my dress, one I liked. But you need not feel bad, it is ok, I am not mad. It was just a dress. While you should not rip other people's clothing, in this particular case it is fine. Please stand up, little Partha."