Haunted Wood Gin and Tonic

The general waited as Vanity picked her words. At first, she found herself intrigued by what possibly could have led her here. If it meant her survival anything was on the table, but what she implied only made her freeze as her muzzle wrinkled in disgust. A full-on laugh followed shortly after, and it was probably the hardest she had laughed in a long time.

Vengeance? Gods no. Even if I wanted some dick shoved in me, I'd at least find something not coated in rot. The thought was repulsing enough to make the Bel sick. Sometimes standing in that man's general vicinity was too much let alone if he was on top of her.