Totoka River game of survival

how remarkable. the woman's land? this would grasp the immediate attention of the cream clad woman and her lips would find themselved morphed into a coy fashion, "oh mon dieu," she drawls on with direct disregard. land belonged to man. silly girl. she reclines on her rear. there was no need to act as though she posed a thread, for she did not, and she did not want meaningless war between women. if this one tried perhaps a man could love her as one would adore her soon enough, "i am close to your territory, but have i traversed your lines? non," she clarifies for her. spoken so matter of factly the vanilla body is relaxed. she would not find herself threatening anyone. it was uncharacteric of her and entirely unladylike. uncalled for. "non, i need for nothing. zimply a drink. i would offer little problem had you not happened upon me,"