I latch the door.
My crotch bulges.
I think of unicorns.
I latch the door.
My crotch bulges.
I think of unicorns.
Ceterum censeo Carthaginem esse delendam
is cybering still a thing? and unicorns are hot.. no doubt
Last edited by Roiken; 01-14-2019 at 03:50 AM.
I stomp the ground and snort, to alert you that you are in my breeding territory.
Originally Posted by AnticorOriginally Posted by Stanley Burrell
When you come back as a freebie and wander into the wrong place:
[Honeybeer Inn, White Room]
The ceiling slopes low towards the floor on either side of a round dormer window. Twin beds with thick down comforters are set to either side of the window, where the ceiling merges with the walls. A white snowcat fur rug covers the floor between the beds. Simple cedar chests are at the foot of each bed, filling the air with an agreeably woodsy scent each time their lids are raised. You also see a white oak door.
Also here: Karthas, Hodder
Obvious exits: none