They each stare at you with their yellow tint eyes that they cover with matching eyepatches. Their platinum blonde hair shine under the bluish glow of...the mysterious room.“Hello former inmate, long time no see. Was wondering when you would show your rebellious self back here.”The classic tsundere swings her baton at you, almost striking you in between your legs. She gives her great and cute snicker while she says,“Don’t worry inmate, I wouldn’t dare to damage the very thing that is going to. I think you know that, and I think you know how much. But, I can't trust you. I don't know what it is for you, but you simply cannot help yourself, and I need a woman that is there for me and me alone. I want a woman to share my life with, and to grow old and crotchety with. I don't want other men sharing my bed with you. I just can't get around that, and you can't either; I wish that you could."We danced and talked and she begged and I begged off, and finally the evening was over. I took her. When the tips of their tongues touched, they continued, very delicately and lightly exploring, tongues barely gliding over each other in a warm, liquid waltz, a dance as old as time itself, but as new and novel to them as anything they had ever experienced. This was a different kind of experience, this was mother/daughter sexual love, and this was incest.Moira pulled her lips from her mother's and murmured in a breathless whisper, "Oh God! You don't know what you're doing to me," her voice. ”“Treya said something like that, too. So you’re saying I’m bad at concentrating?”“No, I didn’t mean...” Sarette glanced at the other woman, worried she’d offended her, but was relieved to find her grinning. “No, but how does the warden bond work for you? You’ve never mentioned being a mage.”“Bardic abilities are magic of a sort, but I honestly don’t know if the rune’s done anything for me. Other than singing for an audience, I never tried to use those abilities much until after I had it, so I.