"[i]But, it was fun~ I think I broke my butt though.[/i]"

Amnesty caressed her backside through the material of her skirt, pouting as she looked at the unexpected guests whom had just arrived. An Orange King and two unfamiliar strangers, which, didn't bother her at all since her ideal outcome of visiting the Black District was a battle royale ending with the Ivory Masks' victory. But that wouldn't be until much-much later, and there was no harm in allowing some rugrats to hitch a ride with them. 

"[i]One of them can ride with me! But just so you know, I do bite.[/i]"

Pulling her bandanna down for a moment to reveal a wide grin and wink at the members of Silent Marauders in an almost comical way. Though there was a little bit of serious thinking going through the girl's head, the fact that they could so easily slip into their district undetected, and this close to their guild hall nonetheless. Making a mental note of this capability, she returned to her former thinking-

"[i]But if not, and all three of you do fit on the pony. You have to name it first, to unlock the Mecha-Steed's true potential, and if you scream it's name while you're riding they get a speed boost. True story, would I lie to you?[/i]"

Holding back a few laughs, she returned to her bored self and leaned back on [b]Batallion Stallion[/b], making sure to cross her legs to prevent any peepsneakers from catching a glimpse as she pulled her legs up across the horse's back. Shutting her eyes and breathing deep, it'd seem like she was going to sleep, but Amnesty was simply trying to lure an unwilling victim into thinking that sharing a horse with her would be safe. Not that sleeping would effect that, it was just plan A) after all, plan B) would begin if none fell for the "She's sleeping, it must be safe.".

"[i]Zzzzz..[/i]" Fake snoring sounds.