You yourself commissioned assassins once or twice to put men and women to death whenever it suited the realm, and you stood by while Ned Stark was beh...aded, because such would better serve the realm that way. Sometimes, one must be ruthless to serve the greater good. It is sad that these people died, to be sure, some of them could well have been friends of mine, some even kindred, yet their deaths worked toward the good of all Westeros,” Jarrad gave Varys his own counsel.“I could ... understand. Just a little wet glimmer on her face. Sarah, my wife, was keeping everyone well stocked with beer and snacks. She looked great in her tight cutoffs, tits bouncing inside her halter-top. She has a trim little ass, awesome tits, long blond hair and pale blue eyes. I noticed she was getting a lot of attention as she moved around the room refreshing beers. She noticed too, in fact, she took every opportunity to wiggle her ass around everyone, especially Fred. When Sarah went to get another round,. You know... gone out with her?"He laughed. "No," he said. "I've never gone out with her. The only time I've ever met her is at the Grammy award party and the awards themselves back in 1985. She's our closest competition in terms of album sales and I'm just curious about what makes her tick. You can tell a lot about a person by what kind of songs they write. My guess is that if Aristocrat ever gave her full artistic license instead of feeding her a bunch of crap songs she'd wipe us right off the. "Pay to play!" laughed Martha as she danced and seductively wriggled her hips from side to side."It will be a delight to win." Martha slapped her rear end and giggled as she challenged Sheila to a hip bump."I'll take that as a motion. So moved. We have a proposal on the floor. Losing crews must pleasure the victors in any way they desire. Is there a second?" Sheila asked with a wicked and sultry smirk."Second!" Shouted Jennifer with a provocative laugh. The Princess of Pheromones rubbed her.