”Rithika snapped her washcloth at him. “Oh, you’re terrible,” she giggled, and walked upstairs with him. When they reached the bathroom, Rithi...a turned on the water in the shower to let it warm up. Shravan reached for her, but she stopped him, saying, “After the way you took care of me this afternoon, it’s your turn to relax honey. Don’t do a thing for now.””You’re the boss,” Shravan replied.Rithika slowly undressed Shravan. She had tried her best to deny her lust for him, but in truth she had. In the city prostitutes were simply locked up for a few days, sometimes having husbands found for them. But here she feared these peasants might view whores in the same way as adulteresses or worse. She started shaking with terror and tiredness. But, in the city, foreigners were often excused failing to observe the dress codes and just asked to cover themselves, often even offered acceptable garments with which to cover themselves. In her confusion she suddenly blurted out 'I'm a. But the others didn't know that. They didn't need to.Just before we finished our dinner, Donna called the waitress over. "Can you get some of the Giardiniera to go?" She smiled at me. "I *am* going to have a turn, right?"I nodded.David closed his cell phone. "It's all set up. They said to have her there at ten so they can get things set up. The party kicks off at eleven and runs till morning." He gave me a wide smile. "You are guaranteed to like this."---Mark leaned over and poured the panful. My fingers tightened around the silver coin as the monster kept swinging at Ferah. That was when a figure stepped out from the mansion’s broken gate. Dressed in black with red highlights, the Drow immediately drew the monster’s attention. I could hear the cloaked soldiers complain, “Isn’t that the Legate? He wasn’t supposed to be at the party, right?” Reaching out a hand, the Legate summoned a weapon out of mid air. The main body was like a wide paddle cut from some wood. Attached on either.