Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-25808351-20170112225309/@comment-28358106-20170120011911

That evening before dinner, Cyndwella lounges in her room. She has a lot on her mind. The pain of having lost a beloved is countered by her excursion, but only so much. She idly paints her perfectly manicured fingernails as she thinks to herself about what has happened, and about what the prisoner said.

{Damn coward...I probably should have killed him. But then I'd have to deal with Marcus and Samia. Probably get kicked out. He'd have a shit fit if he discovered that I can't leave until my time is up. He's probably already found out anyway and is having a cow. Or a Holstaur. Hehehehe...I'd like to see Marcus cornered by a Holstaur, getting pinned by her boobs...that'd be priceless! Gotta set that up somehow..."

"Hehehehe..." She chuckles as she finishes her pinky.