Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-25828117-20190827204408/@comment-5543592-20190904225054

The queen's scimitar was strapped up high on her saddle, and Nyasia set a hand on it for comfort. The weapon was familiar, the worn leather grip fit her hand well. "You got a hard-on for corpses?" Scaldor asked Kashya, looking between her and the hanging women.