He imagined men working in pairs, naked at their task; one with the steel tattoo needle giving her pain while the other used his flesh tool to devour ...he pain. They traded off. She writhed in pleasure and pain for them both. He wondered at other possibilities, but only in passing.As he looked she ran a finger along her side, on a patch of bare skin just below her ribs. “I may add something here, to mark this new chapter ... or maybe do something naughtier. I have some ideas about. The swelling was much reduced – she kind of looked into my eyes when she said this – and she gave me some arnica cream to out on it. That’s a homeopathic remedy for bruising. She smeared it on and rubbed it gently into my skin, and I have to say that swelling began further up as she did that. She smiled softly to herself.“I can come back on Thursday,” she said. “If you like.” I nodded keenly. “Yes please.”“Same time okay with you?” she added as she stood up. I found it hard to take my gaze away. Back to the main part. This happened a few weeks ago. I was queuing up for Subway to get some dinner and standing in front of me was this tall red haired white woman. When I approached the queue, she had just turned back and smiled at me. I smiled back, but in my mind I was completely blown away. She was hot as fuck and a total sex bomb. She completely resembles the fire priestess character in the Game of Thrones (google Melisandre of Asshai to see the pics. You can even see her nude pics on. Using randomness for everything is somewhat annoying but I least I know what I can and can’t choose.More importantly, there is a lot of wiggle room there.“So, if you’re satisfied, we’ll proceed with your race selection~”Really, though, it was my class that was on my mind.In AD&D, race and class selection are intimately tied. If you were to proceed how the Player’s Handbook implies you should proceed and pick a race without thinking of your class, you might receive some nasty surprises. Dwarves.