Tyle Sands -- page 7410
She laughs at you, insulted
"How dare you," she whispers "Wicked, wicked child, a
mere mortal soliciting sex?"
She twists her curls in between her fingers.
"My little pet," she coos "we'll just have to see about
that."
She pulls a wand out from under her pillow.
Created by KH on Dec 17 2005
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