User blog comment:Guildmaster Grovyle/JLE Role Play, Winter 2014-2015/@comment-7345250-20150201013434


 * The sun is now rising in the east.

(Talk about eternal night.)


 * Back in employees-only, Golden Age stirs and awakes. She looks down and finds a few talons fondling her ventral side.

Golden Age: "Gretchen..."

Gretchen: "...Huh?"

Golden Age: "Didn't I ask you to stop that?"

Gretchen: "...Can't help it."


 * Golden Age groans and rolls out of the back room's one bed.

Golden Age: "If you can't control yourself, I'm taking the floor instead."


 * Golden Age opens the door to the bar and leaves the back room in order to get her thoughts together and plan her next move.