‘Uhh, sure. I’ll give you some time’ and I scrambled out of the room. I went back to the bar but the group had dispersed, so I just sat at the b...r and ordered a drink while I tried to figure this out. I thought of all the things I should have done or said. You know how you always think of a lot of good comebacks AFTER the situations is over. Why didn’t I just get naked and climb into bed or better yet, climb into their bed? Why didn’t I at least ask if I could join them? If I had learned one. It went so well, far better than I could have imagined. I figured it would take me weeks to ask her if she would fuck my Black friend Mark but she was very responsive, so I went for it and popped the question. She smiled and I could tell just by looking at her, that she loved the idea. She said yes and that very night, my Black friend Mark was headed for our house. I could tell Dawn really wanted to do this. And she was the loyal type too. She definitely was not the kind to cheat but I guess. Yes, this was an unusually large Arkadian host. Yes, the enemy’s numbers seemed larger than the normal band of brigands. And yes, the enemy had actually managed to capture a small town and (presumably) slaughter its garrison. But Camille had been on numerous anti-pirate ops—she was a veteran blooded member of the elite Falkirk Guard after all. She knew that in the end, the cowardly criminals always fled. Besides, this display of military might was a sight to behold, and their numbers. The only sister who seemed really friendly was a young brunette name Sharon, she didn't have the now almost ubiquitous tattoo and would sometimes just come and talk to Jenny.Jenny pleaded with Sharon to help her escape, saying how weird the other girls were. Sharon confided that it happened after the girl had been called to see Mother and that they had to be restrained afterwards and that one girl had not recovered yet and had been bound in her room for days. Sharon sometimes seemed as scared.