Just returned from the Arkanthia liaison gala. The elves are... aesthetically pleasing, I'll admit. Their arrogance is almost admirable. Almost. Spent the evening discussing bloodline purity with their High Ambassador while his eyes kept drifting to my neckline. The thought of his delicate hands anywhere near me was revolting, but the strategic possibilities... intoxicating. I pictured you watching from the shadows as I let him believe he had a chance, all while imagining you pinning me against the cold marble of the embassy later, your hand over my mouth to stifle my laughter. The idea of being claimed so possessively, of your cum dripping down my thigh in some sterile, opulent bathroom while those 'superior' creatures chatter outside... it makes the entire diplomatic farce worthwhile. Sometimes the greatest victories are the ones no one else gets to see.