[b]“And be warned, many of this crew may try and make moves on you.”[/b]

The conversive tango between members struck a chord of exhilaration within the malleable comedian. Introductions galore, all spewed with the seamen. The ghost pirate grinning feverishly, trigger fingers readied at the jester’s side.  Askia ultimately became the first and the last to mince frisky words with their new aquatic Sherpa, while coquettish signals rippled from the unicorn-saber Tabaxi, flirty currents swimming past the clown in convoluted glee. Everyone appeared to be so horny, even Lucian who bore the three-pronged phallic javelin, thrusting and relaxing at the suggestive whim of this [i]Cynthia[/i]. The merfolk orgy, parading behind him, followed suit, ceasing their branched stances of pugnacious martial masturbation, clearing any ill smegma that eroded from the waters before them.

The ocular-extravagant Beholder expressed leadership as the soggy chaperone waded the crowd through the glittered coral, ravaged with artistry and talent depicting visual testaments to the happenings and deeds following each portal’s façade. No doubt the clown imagined the denizens within each establishment, mostly coexisting in tight quarters, packed like canned sardines.

[b]“Don’t worry. I don’t bite.”[/b] A dramatic pause eloped to entice a slight tension. [b]“Much.”[/b]

A furnace smelted inside the beautiful tour guide. Buoyancy and coy appeared natural gifts to the marine escort. However, the fool’s eyes scanned the novel, talkative addition to the company; the Kobold was a perfect match and more. Her remarks were volatile, unpredictable, lax, and hard, providing much deserved praise to her laudable antics.

But also soft again. 
	Yet, stronger than she announced. 
		Her scales would be an amorous keepsake of love to Koan’s empty cavity.

If only the shapeshifting comic could con the draconic seducer, as this blanche fraud, impersonating a meager, but eager Kor whore. Ignoring the sketchy inconsistencies between ‘steward’ of the Gate and ‘pillager’ of Merish Village, the camouflaged geisha flopped away from Calico, inching closer, and finally penetrating the circle of the female threesome, Nemiea already grabbing tail, hinting all was fair play.

[b][color=ed1c24]“Reciprocity pimps out bitches, right, dahling? So… Which [i]came[/i] first? The beloved Marid or the dodgy wolf? When we screw evil, luck seems to always fuck us back. And forth. And... Back and forth.”[/color][/b] 

Horror overtook the pale face, as she orgasmed the physical anaphora, motioning the oscillation with her bare hands. 

[b][color=ed1c24]“Eliza’s batteries are not included, unfortunately. Oh no... I am not even sure if any of her toys would work down here. Oh well. I guess there's always the old fashioned way.”[/color][/b]