Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-26517142-20160927233204/@comment-26517142-20161019030733

As Cire tries to look for her, several of the village maidens, their beauty accentuated by tatoos lining thier almost-bare bodies, flock around him and lead him to a seat. They soon leave, and Jeiel seats beside him.

The Aswang mutters incoherent babble on LoS' shoulders.

"What do you suppose you're planning, man?" Jeiel asks.