They leaned toward each other, touching lip to lip. So lightly touching you could almost see light between them. I hummed, not recognizing the tune. I...hadn’t set up my music, so I was stuck with whatever sounds came out of my own mouth as a soundtrack.It wasn’t important to be on key. Just noises, sometimes tonal and sometimes not, but filled with the emotion of my paint on the canvas. It was a counterpoint to color, an aural representation of chiaroscuro. It would never be a symphony, but it. "Bedroom... now." Two words, just two simple words, but the fear they struck in her heart was unreal. Slowly, Kitten stood, knowing better than to speak now. The damage was done and nothing she said could fix it. Walking to the bedroom, she couldn't stop the trembling even though she tried. She stripped and knelt before the bed, facing away from the door. Completely naked, she waited, feeling vulnerable and scared of what was to come. It felt like an eternity before Sir even entered the room. It is the type of ass that is not big but not so small that is doesn't show through her short jean shorts. I always dream of fucking her from behind. She then got up to go to the bathroom. From where I was sitting, I could barely see the door of the bathroom around the hallway corner. Jaime must not have noticed this because she left the bathroom door open as she sat down on the toilet. She must have thought that I was not going to get up and that I could not see her. I didn't want her to think. "(They have requested a life-audience. She is named Shadow's Daughter.)"De Net-Re Mi Nan," Cit-Ya replied.(I know who she is.)"Njr-Vas Cit-Ya?" Anna asked, drawing her sword. "De Net-Ri Njr. Te Cas-Nhr Nur Ma Nen. Cit-Ya, Ju-Gis Xe Shea-Dac-Nur!"(You are named Cit-Ya? I know you. You killed my bonded servants. Cit-Ya, I demand satisfaction and challenge you to the honor duel, to the death!)"That remains to be seen," Cit-Ya replied in common. "You may know our language, and wear our weapons, but.