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[color=purple]”Us too.”[/color] she muses with a dismissive smile at the comment of just waking up here. She no longer presses the matter instead focusing on the girls furs. With a wave of her arm she signals Clayton who quickly pours Anya another drink. 
With a new smirk the woman reaches to inspect the furs that she had been so greedily eyeing.
[color=purple]”Ooh I do love taming a wild growling beast.”[/Color] her tongue sensually slides along her lips as her gaze twists to Clay and then back to Anya. Her voice slips into a husky whisper as she leans closer.
[color=purple]”Especially ones with such fine and rare fur.”[/color]