One might wonder what the Ranger was thinking about. - @vhaellinsoulfire
Send in sexy pictures to my submit box, and see how my muse reacts.
A familiar face was served alongside the Courier’s afternoon wine. Mildly curious, the succubus looked on as the smile worked across her summoner’s lips like a vine. “I know that look. Always the look of a man waiting for his taste of whiskey.”
Elernia’s grin was wicked incarnate now on recognition. “Oh yesss. There’s a handsome boy we haven’t seen in a while. He wants a taste of something alright. He was such a good boy. Like a wolf waiting on a bone.”
The Sayaad’s lascivious antics had Safrona briefly rolling her eyes, replying with dry obviousness: “Fairly sure the hunter isn’t Worgen.” All the same, her gaze returned to Vhaellin’s picture, studying. “He always wore ‘ruggedly handsome’ well, though. Oh look Elernia - I’m appreciating something without demeaning or planning to manipulate it. Novel idea, yes?”
“Give it time, Pretty,” the succubus drawled. “I can offer the right inspiration.”