Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-25808351-20200326185554/@comment-25808351-20200327024711

“Sloe gin, and Madame Kelthia? Interesting.” After Imperia pours Dorian a drink, she quickly scribbles upon a more sized piece of paper and sends it down a shoot to the service area. Imperia turns from the the bar with Dorian’s drink and hands it over to him as the demonesses become comfortable in his arms. They caress his face and kiss his neck.

“We’ve been starved all day, my lord.” The one answers.

“Can we get started yet? The anticipation is killing me.” The other grinds against his leg.

“Patience ladies.” Imperia speaks. “Not until later....”

Both Demons sigh in disappointment.