Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-24678303-20150513231753/@comment-24678303-20150530235013

Sabah simply nuzzles her face into the meat cushions and practically purrs, keeping Charna in a deathgrip around her waste, not even having to bend over to bury her face in Charna. If she really wanted to, she could pick up the hot-headed loudmouth and hoist her a good foot or two off the ground.

To add insult to metaphorical injury, Aureole is seen soaring past a window up high, her engines roaring as she flys by in a blur of red.