They were the homes of traders and merchants bringing goods from the hinterland for onward shipment by sailing barge to the capital, their warehouses ...ronting the narrow streets leading away from the promenade. The dead silence of the pre-dawn magnifies the funereal air enveloping the house, here families lived, children played and guests were entertained admiring the vista across the river before dining sumptuously in a manner befitting the stature and position of its former residents. No. The half-orc priestess indeed showed great promise, as the swell beneath the front of her robes suggested. Filistria bowed her head and placed one hand upon Shugga's cloth-constrained middle before tearing it away in a flourish.The vein-laden swell of a full-term pregnancy lay bare for all. You knew Shugga had been performing unusual research, and it seems to have paid off. Filistria splays her fingers over the twisted, unnatural pregnancy, and the unclean spawn stirs beneath the taught flesh.. She had a tendency to wear loose fitting dresses that did little to hide the fact she was not fond of undergarments. He knew it was probably shocking to the older generation but he found it tantalizingly exciting and was tempted to run his hands up under her dress and confirm his suspicions with certainty. Miriam was different than the others because she seldom giggled or hid her face behind her hand in accepted shyness and common for females of a virginal nature.He didn't think that she had. "He doesn't seem convinced so I go into my hated lovie routine. My hands wrap around his neck and I pull my face close to his. Staring into his eyes I whisper, "You're the man for me and you always will be."And I watch the ice melt a little.I am playing my cards close. I will drop him, but not quite yet. I think I should drop him hard when I do. I want him to see that he has lost me and that I never really cared about him at all. I want him to see that he is a loser who is not good enough for.