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| The High Priestess | Oct 17 2006, 09:53 AM Post #1 |
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Tempest laughed and began walking towards the house first telling her limo driver to have their package removed from the trunk and taken to one of the more run down rooms in the dungeon. " I think a meal is in order, you must be starving Liam." She said looking at how thin he was. It was to bad that Tempest and Tosh couldn't truly enjoy food anymore, granted they could go through the motions but to no avail really. None the less she would have a grand meal made for them all to share, it was her goal to fatten Liam up a bit. When they reached the door, she the gold skeleton key that she always carried between her breast next to her sheathed dagger and unlocked the door. Her heels clicked along the marble floor as she moved into the foyer and called for her butler. " Antoine, please have the cooks make up something deliciouse for Liam. And also show him the rooms so that he may choose one for himself." She said and then looked at Tosh. " I am going to go take a bathe and freshen up before dinner, would you like to join me or escort Liam to find his room?" She asked throwing him a wicked smile. She was planning on filling her large jacuzzi with rose oil and petals and soaking while the jets relaxed her muscles. She figured Liam could probably use a little bit of time to get his head straight after all of the changes that had just occured. By tomarrow morning there would be two full wardrobes for each of them in their amours, she had already sent her servants to do the shopping. |
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