*Hearing you have no guards, and nothing to save you*

Well then...I shall take your wares, and in exchange I will ask the camp warrior to offer you a camp collar. *I chuckle as it is not really an offer but a given that this one will be in a collar this night*

And you name will be "fashion"

Comes back in, preps up, and relieves Mufzu of her post behind the bar.

Nice !

coming to the front door

but nobody's there now

~Not wanting the ire of my liver taken, a faded glance to you then back to the half dressed woman Audrey@soi~

looking in

The respectful title miss somehow reassures me
Despite Your tone
And the fact it is a barbarian title
You would hardly call me Lady Audrey

Cabin
I enter My Cabin.

~waggles brows , as I rubbed my hands in glee~

You turn my head
Keeping a hold of it
Examining me like i am wares
my soft cheeks
Beize skin
Full lips
my ears...

"i have none"

There is no use lying
And i doubt You would take it well

Love and prayers sent on!
/|\

Sending healing energy and prayers to her
/|\

steps up to the bartender and orders a drink

Walk
"Yeah I don't really need to breathe, anyway…" she glanced down her front when you posed your question and the… conundrum of her commodious chest confined to cross circulatory conduits.

"But on a serious note I can bind them up a bit and wear a sports bra or whatever, uh…" she half-turned and glanced at her rear as well, since they were literally trying to box her into an imaginary air duct.

…and she started to mime, while they were at it, holding her phone in one hand and the half-eaten ice in the other as she pawed at invisible walls on all sides of her.

"Oh damn, wait, hol' up… we doing an Ocean's Eleven or something?" she quieted again, not that they could be overheard any given the ocean noises and the fact that they could see that nobody was nearby.

"Okay okay, uh—uhh… do you have a fence? I know some people who know some people — international, Exactly the kinda assholes who would be interested in art…"

As if to push an indictment on the high-end art market as just being bare-faced money laundering all the way down.

Healing thoughts

Audrey, with no guards..and wares not of Gor...

*Softly tips My head, braids dangling down, and golden nose ring twinkling in the fire light*

And where are you guards Miss Audrey *My hand still holding you face, but turning it side to side as I appraise you*

My prayers for her are given freely. I hope she recovers and comes back soon.

going there

rental