%%%Mother Snegurochka was satisfied so far. A quick perusal of the kitchen had turned up some dried grain, which she was busily making into porridge. ...he icebox gave her bacon, which she was frying with potatoes from the pantry. There was even honey to sweeten the porridge.She glared at the kitchen. It hadn't given her honey for nearly thirty years, and it had been at least ten since she had tasted bacon.You know the rules. You are given food and clothing and resources that match the world's. With everything squared away Araku led us back outside.Both Ben and I stopped upon seeing what was waiting on the street. It was a massive armored vehicle, though it didn’t look like it started out that way. In fact, it looked like a box truck, though a heavily modified one at that.It was hard to tell how many wheels it had since there was metal skirting that stopped only a few inches off the ground, but it seemed like there were three wheels per side. Everything was armored on it, including. He’s planning to offer twenty-five gold to some of the mercenaries that have been coming through town if they can kill it, but I’m worried they’ll get themselves killed instead. If you know where she is, I can send a message through the pigeon service.”“No, I’m sorry,” Treya said. “I could try to find the drake.”“Absolutely not!” Yewen said. “Shana’s killed a drake before. I’m not sending a brand new graduate after one.”“I didn’t mean by myself. I’m traveling with some people who could. He then reached down, undid his zipper, and pulled out his hard cock. He slipped it into her pussy right there on the dance floor not more than three feet away from us. He continued thrusting into her with the beat of the music. We danced for a few minutes more watching him fuck his wife. I felt like I was going to cum just watching.We returned to our table to have another drink and to sit and watch the crowd. The action was not only confined to the dance floor, it was happening at the tables.