*For this conversation, Selphie is glad she's had a bit of rum. She files this particular chat away with the one she had with Logan about bruises being hot. She was sure learning a lot on this ship*
Uh huh... Hand cramps from all the love poetry must be...difficult.
Oh! You like brothel ladies?
*She's blushing a little here, and reaches for what is left of her rum*
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Uh huh... Hand cramps from all the love poetry must be...difficult.
Oh! You like brothel ladies?
*She's blushing a little here, and reaches for what is left of her rum*