Elizabetha felt her chest clench at the feel of perky, warm breasts pressed so firmly against her. The young girl sniffled back tears, holding tightly to the blushing girl.
Another flight of footsteps took over where the first left off, smoother and more fluid than the first. "Come now. Be a delightful dinner and don't run from me." The silky tone came from a tall, slender, nude woman. She towered over most of the men there. Her long, dark locks were curled and tangled like vines, and her skin was bronze and shining. Her sharp eyes locked on to the whimpering girl behind Elizabetha, and she gave a misleading smile before focusing her attention to the only clothed person in the room. "Ah, my dear. Impeccably good timing, as always. Please, allow me to have my meal now!"
"I thought she was my meal." The desert man stated with an air of arrogance.
"Please, no," the woman waved him off as if he were a pesky fly. "My dearest and I have been together since before you were even gestated. I get priority. She is my dinner."
"How about I'm nobody's dinner...?" the over breasted girl quietly spoke up, but nobody seemed to notice.
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