Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-25808351-20200423213810/@comment-25808351-20200428201632

Lance: “Oh abso-stinkin-lately! You’ll find no one with finer taste around here, except maybe Samia....” Cyndwella taps her finger to her chin as she thinks. “Nah, I’ve got the finest taste. Sam is a close second though, being older than any of us she has to have built up such standards. I think she’s like, 5,000 years old or something-“

“CYNDY!” A voice gasps dramatically. “I am not nearly that old!” Samia stands in the doorway of the room, one hand on her hip and the other holding Marcus’ first born.

“Well I’m sorry I forget sometimes!” Cyndwella huffs.

Samia is dressed in a white button up tunic that has a frilled lining all the way down the front and around the wrists. She has on brown pants with long black boots. Around her wrists are gold bangles, around her waist a red sash and gold belt. Around her neck and on her ears are gold jewelry. Every piece of gold a part of her desert region heritage. Her hair was long, down past her rump and her irises a striking shade of red. The only thing more impressive about her casual wear, is her voluptuousness.

“Evening Meri, nice to see you again. And I over heard, this is Lina. Pleased to meet you as well.” Samia smiles, before letting Roxanne down to go see her father.