Redhawk Caldera aftermath

Grimm blindly followed Sexy Peregrine into his den of deviousness, staring with wide, captivated eyes as he talked her through the process of self-pleasuring. She could do that to herself? The thought hadn't even occurred to her. Without further ado, Grimm splayed her front legs and put her head in between them, only to remember that she was the wrong gender. On her second attempt, facing discreetly away from Perry, she sat down and raised her white leg high into the air. Second passed. "I guess that would work," she concluded as nonchalantly as possible, marked her internal calendar as Busy for the next four days straight, and stood back up. His mention of Fox had tickled her and - mostly to drag the conversation out - she jested with equalled devilishness: "Why wait? That's one hot preggo mama you've got."

Really? The tiny angel-and-devil Grimm miniatures flipped furiously through their guidebooks in search of something to offer her, but both came up with diddly-squat.