Hello Ma’am

Still looking

HA !

Hi daddy

looking in

Who wants to play?

South Town
He nudges his empty glass toward you again. Then the bottle.

"No. The first rule of war is to survive." His laughter rasps and he begins to cough, patting your shoulder until he regains his breath.

"You are correct. It is best to ensure victory and then battle rather than to battle and then seek victory. It is true that we must focus our efforts and move as one body." A vague derisive sound as he waves his left hand, flashing that honor-flag of a severed pinky as he does so, a sneer about the middlemen who protect their own turf. "The first rule is to survive, but this is not the survival of one man or one territory. It is the survival of the clan. We must all be prepared to sacrifice ourselves."

It is becoming shameful, that The Mox continue to cause such trouble.

"We must be shapeless, formless, like water. When we pour water in a cup, it becomes the cup. When we pour water in a bottle, it becomes the bottle. When we pour water in a teapot, it becomes the teapot. Water can drip and it can crash. We must become like water my young friend.¹"

^{1 - Bruce Lee}

Hello

The Vosk River
* she had been curled at His feet ..but somehow she had made her way to His side ..* maybe something frightened her, she still wasn't sure about this world * her slim hand placed upon His muscled chest His heart beating under her hand made her feel calm secure *

She opened her pircing blues as dawn broke she didn't sleep the best * but it didn't matter she was a slave after all * sitting up slowly quietly as her Master slept beside her ... tge Bowman turned and looked at the girl ... she slowly nodded but didn't move ...just watched the the boat gently slice through the water, *

Enters the room

It was good ! .. You're entertaining..

We all start somewhere .. Just let the story flow and do it as RT allows bud

South Town
He nudges his empty glass toward you again. Then the bottle.

"No. The first rule of war is to survive." His laughter rasps and he begins to cough, patting your shoulder until he regains his breath.

"You are correct. It is best to ensure victory and then battle rather than to battle and then seek victory. It is true that we must focus our efforts and move as one body." A vague derisive sound as he waves his left hand, flashing that honor-flag of a severed pinky as he does so, a sneer about the middlemen who protect their own turf. "The first rule is to survive, but this is not the survival of one man or one territory. It is the survival of the clan. We must all be prepared to sacrifice ourselves."

It is becoming shameful, that The Mox continue to cause such trouble.

"We must be shapeless, formless, like water. When we pour water in a cup, it becomes the cup. When we pour water in a bottle, it becomes the bottle. When we pour water in a teapot, it becomes the teapot. Water can drip and it can crash. We must become like water my young friend."

abundance

Looking

Watching

Dining Room
His response was instinctual, fueled by their primal connection. As Her touch continued to ignite his senses, he felt a trembling mewl escape him, a raw expression of his overwhelming desire for her. Despite the hint of caution in his warning, he found himself surrendering entirely to the intoxicating allure of her touch.

As she undid the final button of his shirt, revealing his bare chest, Zebediah's skin tingled with anticipation. He could feel her exploring every contour, every muscle, with her fingertips, her palms tracing the lines of his body. The sensation sent shivers down his spine, amplifying the intensity of their shared desire.

Zebediah lifted Blaze effortlessly from his lap in a haze of passion, their movements fluid and urgent. The table before them became a forgotten relic as he laid her upon its edge, their clothing discarded in a flurry of desire.

With practiced ease, Zebediah freed himself from his attire, his desire for Blaze consuming him. As he drew close to her, he felt the heat of her desire enveloping him, their bodies intertwining in a primal dance of ecstasy. In that moment, they were lost to the flames of their mutual passion, consumed by the intensity of their connection.

Who wants to have sone fun

Looking in the shadows

Waiting watching the shadows

Gang Territory
"Prevent the enemy's ability to fight." he answers "We're not doing enough to make that happen. Our efforts are too diffuse. Most of the middlemen are protecting their own turf because that's where the money comes from. Some of the things they're trying are just making the Mox angry, which only helps if they also get stupid. That hasn't happened yet. I'm not sure it will. They're not just whores any more. They've got muscle that knows both ends of a gun."