Entro, guardandomi intorno, e chiedo timidamente "C'è nessuno?"Il locale è buio, le serrande sono abbassate ed è illuminato solo da una fioca luce ...i candele. Mi guardo intorno ed entro, non ricevendo alcuna risposta ne sentendo alcun suono oltre i miei passi. La porta si chiude dietro di me, e quando mi volto di scatto a guardarla, una persona scivola alle mie spalle. Sussulto, faccio un passo indietro mentre osservo la donna appena apparsa: alta, magra, dalla carnagione estremamente pallida. I noticed a section of men's style slacks, and the back areas had his and her underwear. I did notice that there were no dresses, but Wendy seemed fascinated by all the outfits. I wanted to see how the skirts were constructed to accommodate a tail and bent to look at one when a hairless tail whipped out and slapped my arm."These outfits aren't for normals," a frosty female voice said. "You don't need to be here."Wendy and I turned to look at the speaker. She proved to be an older lady who. “Oops, is it too much for you baby?” She stood up and turned around. “Help me with this zipper”. I jumped up and slid it down, and her dress fell to the floor. I wrapped my arms around her from behind and she returned by grinding herself into me. I released the clasp of her bra and her breasts sprung free. I took them in my hands, and she gasped. She turned around again, so that she was facing me now, and I could see how perky her breasts were. Again she put me down on the bed, more forcefully. My battle plan requires sharpshooters to target leaders of the opposition. I have identified likely shooting positions that provide elevation and clear lines of sight. During the chaos I want to create, the elimination of effective leadership could send these non-professional fighters into panic and simplified their defeat. I have already decided, even if I haven’t discussed it with him, that Addama will be the other. The male from the other village will also assist in leadership of his.