Wednesday, February 2, 2011
Morgan takes a deep breath, trying to get her temper under control. She needs someones help to get close to the witch's baby and thought a rider wouldnt mind helping her. They werent exactly known for their noble deeds.
Morgan laughs, “Staged? Why would you think that? Does the little faggot look like something from the plane?”
She takes a step closer, her voice low and cajoling, “As for what I have to bargain with I think that would be obvious.” She opens the front of her cloak to reveal a top so low cut her breasts were exposed almost to the erect nipples.
She gives Keon a side long glance and smiles seductively. “Apparently you havent been at court recently either. Mab will say whats beneath her one day and change her mind the next. If she doesnt want the witch's brat another noble will take it off my hands. The nobles pay handsomely for the little maggots and this one will bring a small fortune. I will share the profits with you if you like. If not, I am sure I can find someone else to mmm... help me....”
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