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SINIB:

--- Quote from: Aiden on July 12, 2021, 05:09:43 PM ---Serra Drosa

A hint of white peeked out from beneath Serra's lips like a curtain of ivory as the elven sorceress responded. "The senate will decide your proposal's fate." But then many things happened all at once, and many ideas were shared, and she was left with but a single free arm and a most decisively disadvantageous position. "One of the realities of politics is that, sometimes, you must do what is 'rude' in order to do what is correct."

The senator released a sigh, and then with some visible measure of trepidation took in their surroundings. The waiter reappeared with the wine and water, validating her concern, and then stared at them once more. "H-Here you are. Your uh, your wings will be out soon. Are you all ready to order entrees or will you need a few minutes?"

Serra waved him off. "Ask again when the wings are here. Thank you." With a stiff back, he made his way away from the table but kept shooting glances back until at the last one he caught a glimpse of the implacable stare going his way. Once he was gone, the senator turned her attention back to Eruraviel. "Let us make this quick, then."

Her hand reached in, and down, and vastly underestimated the depths to which it could sink. Her mouth fell open in surprise.

--- End quote ---

Eruraviel

"Hehe, oh Mandy, you can never get enough of seeing other women probe my deepest places can you? Your fetishes are showing~" Eru's voice echoed directly inside Amanda's head like a sweet siren. She looked over at Amanda with her crystaline eyes twinkling with delight. Both of them were getting rather turned on by this farce.

Eru winked at the waiter and waved a small hand at him before he walked away. A weak charm entranced the young man, rendering him a loyal compatriot of the two young maids who were serving the congresswoman.

She leaned in as Serra reached inside, letting out a gentle, soft moan which only the three at the table could hear. A show of course, but appearances were important.

There didn't seem to be a bottom to her bosom, Serra found herself able to stick her entire arm inside Eruraviel's chest before she was able to clasp anything solid—it felt like her arm was sandwiched on all sides by the immensity of Eru's soft breasts, and a large metal cube she was able to pull out whenever she desired, dense, heavy, perhaps lead, perhaps something else...

Bern:
Amanda

Amanda grinned, both at the enraptured sight of seeing an arm disappear down Eru's cleavage, but also due to what she heard in  her mind. She shook her head briefly as she took it all in. It was almost as amazing for her as it was for the two of them, but still there was something missing that could have made this even better.

"I bet you'd be moaning way harder if that was a fat dick spreading your divine tits and not a hand Eruru..." She said it for the both of them, to tease her cute wife and to plant the idea in Serra's head, it should work fairly well seeing as her hand was already down in it.

Aiden:
Serra Drosa

The moment Amanda finished speaking was the moment Serra grasped the item from deep within Eruraviel's chest and yanked it out, her eyes furious to the elf's sight as she was the only one who had a proper angle to witness them. "You will stop talking about this here, or I will leave you at this table without another word."

She turned her eyes to the 'gift' she'd retrieved in her hand.

SINIB:
Eruraviel

In her hand was a cube of processed manatite-tungstein alloy—incomperably precious, and an intensely useful material in the dangerous world of the Nexus. Even in her annoyance at Amanda's prodding, Eru was sure Serra would appriciate the gift.

"As you know, I am the great witch of the forest." Eruraviel shifted gears without missing a single beat. "The depths of the forest are filled with divine wonders that boggle the mind, and I am uniquely suited to extracting such resources. Processing them. And perhaps, your goddess's factories would be able to process them into finished goods."

"Careful, most married humans don't share your deviant fetishes, darling." Eruraviel warned Amanda. "And they prefer a proper courtship ritual too. It's very bothersome, don't you agree?

Bern:
Amanda

"I'm not in the mood for a lecture Eru, besides she's the one missing out the greatest treasure of the greatest treasure of the Forest. Your bountiful cleavage.... and your thicc thighs, your fat jiggly butt, and your thin waist that's perfect for hugging." Hopefully that mental response would make the Elf choke up and spoil her unflappable nature just a bit. She couldn't have Eru outshine her in composure here.

"That was merely a joke Lady Drossa, I thought crass humor was popular here... Perhaps I was misinformed." Ah yes the perfect fallback.

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