Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-28358106-20170704201937/@comment-28358106-20170715051501

(Hound) Immediately Samia feels the effects of the drink. As soon as it hits her tongue, the world seems to go double, and things slow down for several seconds. The next thing she knows, she's being held in Sahar's arms.

"Ooh, carefully, now..." Sahar props Sam up and keeps her tail entwined around her legs. "We wouldn't want you to fall, now, would we...? Oh, dear.  I apologize.  How careless of me." Sahar looks at Sam's arm, where her fingernail has scratched her as she was caught.

She undulates, turning. She raises her hand, and music begins to play. Slowly, hypnotically, she moves in a figure 8 pattern as she approaches Marcus. He finds he can't look away...

"...And who is next? The Wardog?  The man of the bright blade?  He who faced the thousand thousand..."

Hound finds himself entwined in Sahar's tail, all around him, as if he's been there all along. She reclines in front of him, looking at him over the glass wedged between her breasts.

"Take it, with your tongue, if you can..."