’ ‘So what, I’m a slut now?’ ‘Only on Thursdays. No, but I do go out sometimes. I just don’t do it as often as you think I should.’ ‘Y...u’re right, once a year is way below my quota. Rea, you’re 22 beautiful, brilliant and an all around totally awesome chick. You should be out there enjoying your youth and freedom. Before you know it you’ll be married, with kids and mortgage payments and won’t have this kind of freedom until you’re in your 50s. By then though, clubbing until 5am won’t be as. “Pardon me, sir, but perhaps I could be more convincing if we spoke in private?”The royal guard seemed to think a moment, then nodded. “That can be allowed. You have five minutes.”Bishop Mathys pushed himself into Gabrielle’s cell, closing the door behind him. At this proximity, Gabrielle couldn’t help but wrinkled her nose at the wine on his breath, and the stink of his sweat.“You’ve been a thorn in my side for far too long, Gabrielle,” he hissed at her, keeping his voice low, “And how funny,. .! Yeah, I'm fine! I'm just, you know, reading some comics... that's all!" he replies back loudly, his voice a little nervous."Is dinner ready or something...? I'm sorry to have worried you, mom... Everything is fine!"Mom blinks curiously. 'He sounds nervous... Is everything really okay?' she wonders to herself."Alright, then. Dinner will be later."She decides to stay down under the tree for a little while. Just if anything weird happens. She sits under the tree as she takes out her phone,. The filter had been thin and smooth enough that it hadn't torn anything, but that still felt weird and strangely arousing.The doe goes to the table and pours some dark fluid out of a dark red gourd into a cuplike bowl. She turns back to him, approaches him with her hips swaying seductively as she moves. She holds up the bowl for him. "Drink this."He glares at her. "Why should I?"She smiles at him again. "You humans are stubborn. It will make everything better."He glowers at her a little longer.