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Tirush pulls her top back into place, pulling it upwards and letting it drop, causing her breast to bounce beautifully.

"Then do not hide.  Men always seek to cover themselves, thinking they can deceive women into loving them.  They believe that they should always show their strength, or their laugh, or their bravery.  To lay your weakness at the feet of your love is the only way to gain trust."

She suddenly swings out with a wing and bumps his arm with its edge, akin to slapping someone on the shoulder. It's domineering, but playful.

"But you are not a boy, yes?  You are a man.  These things I should not have to tell you.  Listen to your betters, and not me..."

She stops. She has noticed Adelhard looking her over, whether he's done it consciously or not. She knows she has his attention, and decides to apply a softer touch. Her mouth slips into a toothy smile. Her voice becomes a purring rumble.

"Have you listened to my words, boy?"

She arches her back straight. Her mantle fluffs, her breasts presenting themselves fully. Her muscles ripple beneath her dark skin as her eyes fix on him.

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Partha trills as her head is scratched, and she only presses harder against Marcus. She's nothing so much like a giant cat attempting his affections, and proves this by what she does next.

Without warning, she clamps down on the sleeve of his leather overcoat. Her eyes look up to him playfully, and she begins growling and moving her head back and forth, moving his arm.

"Partha, no!" Lucida says, getting up.

"Par, easy,"  Thomas says, his voice rising in warning. It has absolutely no effect.