The Manor

Ashlee lushed and nodded. "Yeah, I have a lvl 63 undead priest." She said quietly leaning against the door frame. " So ya here with the group to archive the mansion?" She asked him running a comb thru her hair.
 
"Oh Em Gee! Are you serious? You're not Lady Styx Zero Four, are you? Er... What? Oh... Oh! Yeah, I'm here to help cataloge, yeah." Elliot stuttered as he watched how the girls comb slid through her slick, wet hair.
 
Down in the kitchen a simple meal of sandwiches on crusty buns and a hearty beef and barley soup was laid out by the cook, who then abandoned the room for her garden and her pipe.

Out in the barn the new foal was enjoying the loveing attention of it's mother.

In the gym the mirrored wall refected the swordsman practicing.

The professor and the lawyer were in the study going over papers.
 
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