Point-of-View: Belia Lasmodeus
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"Hey, could you just drop us back at Silvland already? Why do we have to just sit around and wait for a whole hour?" Groaned Gela, looking annoyed.
"Because...you'll see. Once the people of Bronztan evacuate, I've got quite the sight to show you," I replied with a grin.
"Okay...in that case, can't you drop us off at Silvland and then bring us back in an hour?" Suggested Shiro with a frown.
"I could...but I won't. So suck it," I responded with a huff.
"Suck what?" Inquired Shiro suggestively, glancing down at my breasts with a look of immense lust.
"...do you want me to castrate you?" I inquired icily.
"That does sound unpleasant...but I can probably grow it back," He replied with a shrug, though it was obvious that he was trying to play it cool.
"You really think so? Why don't we put it to the test?" I suggested with a smile.
