The man drinking coffee at the airship bar does not seem to notice or care as a Robed Miqo'te looks over his shoulder. Her eyes scan the cheap newsprint he is reading.
"Truly?"Â
She purses her lips as her long tail swishes against the floor, "He is whoring himself out for such a paltry gain?"Â
"First Kayah, and now this." The Miqo'te frowns and walks away, "I am beginning to question my choices in men."
"Truly?"Â
She purses her lips as her long tail swishes against the floor, "He is whoring himself out for such a paltry gain?"Â
"First Kayah, and now this." The Miqo'te frowns and walks away, "I am beginning to question my choices in men."
