TOR: Where You Belong
From Create Your Own Story
After a short amount of time of waiting which pales in comparison to the great acts of patience you have displayed in the millennia you have lived feels like merely a fleeting moment, the Knights of Zakuul escort Vaylin down the highlighted path leading up to the Eternal Throne where you sit. As she confidently strides down the path with her usual angry expression plastered across her face, you eye her with your yellow piercing eyes with a cold, blank expression upon your face. You notice there seems to be a couple or so Knights of Zakuul you dispatched to fetch her to be missing so you're under the impression she'd most likely killed them. While nothing new, you note that it perhaps serves as reason enough to discipline her if you deemed it so.
Among the absent personnel, your gaze is otherwise focused on your daughter as your eyes begin to wander downwards as you take in her obvious curves, highlighted by the tight fitting Eternal Empire 'princess' apparel that squeezes and hugs her body. Fully grown, she has decently sized breasts, wide hips, a slim figure, and a nice round ass. While her walk lacks grace, and is more akin of that of an angry march, it doesn't stop you from appreciating how her breasts bounce ever so slightly with each step.
Coming to a halt at the bottom of the stairs that lead up to the throne, Vaylin kneels before you, acknowledging your superiority as is the usual custom -- even for your children as no one is above you. "Father.", she says in a gritty tone as she awaits your next move.
| You are: |
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| Valkorion |
| Game: |
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| Old Republic
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