The very ideaof wearing most of that stuff was absolutely ridiculous and there was noway I would wear it."But that one's nice," I mused as I looked at...one item that was nearlyidentical to one I'd completely discounted a few seconds earlier. The onlydifference between the two was that this one was pink. For some reason,these clothes weren't really that bad when they were pink.I stared at the clothes for a minute, feeling a mixture of emotions. Theywere too revealing...but they looked so lovely. She had to leave as her dress got stained. She told me that my party is still remaining.So I asked her a place to give my treat. I went to her place to pick her up. She was wearing black color pencil jeans, grey tank tops, and a white overcoat. She looked sexy as her grey tops were squeezing her boobs so hard and it looked like her boobs were trying to come out of it. I complimented her.She said thanks. We reached the bar. It was Wednesday night and the bar had arranged a local rock band. Tell them to send as many non-Orlesians – or at least, ones who can hide their accents – as they can find, and not to send any other reinforcements. If Loghain hears of Chevaliers or other soldiers trying to cross, his paranoia will ramp up even more than it already is. We both know why we need as many Grey Wardens as possible." Agreed." The second is that you spend tonight telling Alistair and Aedan both all that they need to know in order to combat the Blight. They are not prepared as they. I don’t know what came over me!” said Andrew. “Don’t be silly. I’m OK. I’m not made of glass you know. You can touch me without me breaking,” Lydia smiled back with a coy expression. Each of them relaxed their embrace as they turned, holding hands as they walked the short distance to the car. Ten minutes later, they had parked up outside the apartment block. Andrew opened the drivers door and walked round to the other side of the car, where Lydia was getting out. They walked hand in hand.