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[ar_zimraphel]

*puts on a very skimpy outfit*

*flirts with the guards yet again, especially with Pete and..Bob, the most loyal minions of the bunch*

Say Bob...*sashays up to the guard How would you like to have a nize cozy dinner with me tonight hmm?

*grins as she has success,* I'll see you tonight then. *blows him a kiss and sashays away into the fort*

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[tar_calion]

Well I'm having dinner with the News Intern so screw you, hippy.

[ar_zimraphel]

Oh fuck off, you throne-usurping bastard.

[tar_calion]

"Uspuring?"

*ahem*

But they were too powerful for any to gainsay them and when they were wedded she yielded the sceptre to Pharazôn. (Peoples of Middle Earth.)

And since when did you have to resort to language like that?

[ar_zimraphel]

*snorts*

As I recall that yielding of the sceptre happened on our wedding-night, I was a virgin waiting to be de deflowered through incestous sex. You got me all hot and bothered until I was but a slave to new-found passion and then you witheld me what I wanted until I completely yielded and also yielded in handing over the sceptre. Only then would you ravish me, you bastard. So it was bribery! You get the sceptre, I got the sex.