In the absence of clothes and make-up or even tottering high-heels, the only thing that marked out a prostitute was the fact of where they were and ho... long they hung around. Most Gomorran women kept their distance from the world of men, fearing that they'd be raped or arrested or beaten up. Only prostitutes had any license to encroach at all on male preserves, and then only on the very margins of it. Along main roads in the wilderness, at the very edges of towns and cities, by desolate. I choked back a laugh, averted my eyes, and continued in the lively discussion with the girls we'd left behind.It turned out they'd had some adventures of their own; Leliana had acquired a nug as a pet, unsurprisingly named Schmooples, and Solona had been convinced to do every annoying side quest in Orzammar that I remembered from the game, and then some. She'd agreed we would - eventually - escort Dagna to the Circle Tower, rescued a woman from Dust Town whose family had tried demanding she. Yes you bastard, yes… I thought about doing more baby.”SLAP!!!“You thought about me fucking you in the ass didn’t you?”SLAP!!!“Answer me mom… You thought about your son fucking you in your ass didn’t you, you dirty whore?”SLAP!!!“Yes son yes… Mommy thought about you fucking me in my ass!!!”SLAP!!!“You shameless slut, you’re going to get it now… Just look at you, you horny fuck… You’re letting your son do all kinds of nasty things to you and you’re enjoying it aren’t you?”SLAP!!!“Baby, mommy. Slowly though it traces down your stomach and travels all over your midsection. You giggle, just a bit as it traces down your side, from under your arm to your waist. It traces the a similar path under your other arm. The touch is teasing and tantalizing almost daring you to laugh. But when you give in and giggle, a firmer touch follows almost chastising you. Somehow saying, no not yet...your mine to tease and control. It travels downward making it's way around and across your body, though.