Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-3528442-20190515133903/@comment-1998808-20190528022832

Elisif: My lady, I could never perform your request!

Babette: Oh? Is it too fast for you?

Elisif: I fear that it may damage my instrument.

Babette: Ah, but you seem to handle your instrument so well, my darling.

Elisif: Truly, you flatter me, my lady.

Babette: Yes, well it is such a large and magnificent piece.(she fondles the dildo) May I hold it?

Elisif: Goodness no! The innkeeper would never approve of such a public display.

Babette: Then, may I suggest a private performance? Perhaps, away from the noise of the inn where we both may enjoy your tremendous talent.

Elisif: Surely you don't mean for me to accompany you to your room?

Babette: Indeed I do, my sweet. Indeed I do.

While this went on, Nazeem was forced to work his arse off for Morven creating innumerable potions of the spider venom mixed with Jarrin root, which would then be shared with the entire population of Skyrim.