by Melpomene » Fri Apr 25, 2014 1:28 am
"I suppose we can't be too picky. And I believe we're in luck." she says, letting her thoughts flit across the ship and it's lit up windows on the top deck, narrowing in on the two minds inside.
"My my, I do believe I know this less than proper gentleman if not his little concubine. Let's tilt the odds in our favour a little..." she says, planting a suggestion in the man's mind that doesn't take much insistence to take root. "Do you think you can handle the little hussy he has in there by yourself?" she asks Drew as she pulls up their ship next to the yacht.