Redsand Canyon Rolói

Wife. Ah, how a budding romance could be crushed by a single word!

Thank God she wasn't looking for romance.

Diesel stretched in a bow, wiggling her rear a bit as she did so, just to titillate.

"Mm, and you are a sight for sore eyes, mister." She joked. Or did she? His laugh, so masculine, tickled something within her.

"Dunno who Artemis is, but she made a shit choice sendin' me to help. I couldn't catch my own tail if it was in front of my face." It was her turn to laugh, a rambunctious and thunderous thing, and, again, wiggle her butt. To show her tail, of course.

"Where's it you're from, and is everyone over there so..." She slurped in drool from her jowls before biting her lip. "Striking."