Lad:joustvictrespect
From Create Your Own Story
Taking a second to compose herself she picks the sword and gets up.
When shes up shes her domineering self again. "Never give your sword to your opposition" with that she hit me hard on the face. Unflinched i reply "unless they are beautifull ladys in waiting."
She giggled for a second before returning to her domineering self.
"Our sessions might not be a yawn afterall". I bow in courtesy as she leaves.
