In the end, he'd simply given in to it's allure; and when he had stopped fighting it, the feeling of release (and the freedom that arouse out of it) h...d been wonderful.The tension he felt between his public racism, and his private surrender to it's opposite, often made him suffer, but he was not yet ready to openly declare that he regretted his participation in his country's long and sad racist history. He was a Southerner! Though there were Southerners who'd rejected their regions history in. Mark, predictably, was carrying her, and automatically put her on one of the beds in 'his' room. Even though it was after midnight, everyone wanted to see their surroundings, and there was almost a rush to get to the beach. It was Norma who reminded her men they were supposed to strip.After a half hour enjoying the play of the moonlight on the surf and visiting with several of the others who had the same idea, the Ventris showered and went to bed. Lindsey shared a room with Becks.It was fully. Liz casually strolled down the hall, tits bouncing and tentacles waving. Her fingers lingered on each door knob as she passed by. Suddenly, she stopped. Turning to face a door to her left, she pressed her whole body up tight against it. Sarah caught up to her just as she turned the unlocked doorknob and let the door swing inward. "Liz! What are you doing?!" Sarah whispered, vainly hoping to avoid detection by the unfortunate occupant of the unlocked flat.Liz didn't even turn around, "looking. Do not change anything about your appearance. I wish it apparent that I fucked you. You are not going back to your old life here at all. Bring Lord Edmure Tully here before me to face me here and now. But first give him a shave, a bath, and a hot meal. With some wine. I will wait, of course,” I glamored the lass in question to carry out my commands to the nth degree.I wasn’t worried about any other men of House Frey. They were leaderless and disorganized now, with all of the highborn males dead.