<1> "Bullshit! Is there no shame in such a maneuver?" the pale-blue-skinned draenei retorted. Her draenei friend scoffed and waved a slender hand dismissively. "Shame? Why, Aalia, what shame is there in indulging in one's natural instincts?" The third draenei of the trio chimed in at this. "I think, technically, the shame comes from taking something [i]intimate[/i] and making it [i]casual[/i], Laruu." Laruu rolled her glowing white eyes. "The priests of the Light have preached that for ages, yet I have not seen myself smited just yet for my ways." "Big talk for a Lightforged," Aalia piped up again and crossed her arms defensively over her modest chest. "How is it you haven't gotten into trouble yet?" Laruu puffed out her own much, [i]much[/i] heavier chest confidently and grinned. "I'm just that good." The two female draenei renewed their argument amid the cozy nest of pillows all three of them had collected, while the third simply smiled and backed herself out of their discussion. It had been years since the three had been able to reunite, but somehow despite the chaos on Azeroth they were able to find solace in Aalia's childhood home. Considering draenei are practically immortal, the trio of thirty-year-olds were quite at peace in trading their robes and armor for full-body pajamas and popcorn. Of course, their more or less juvenile scenario did little to remove the adult themes from their conversations. Their rather loud argument, however, was suddenly cut short as the form of a dark-skinned, male draenei strolled nonchalantly down the stairs and into the living room. All three went quiet at the sound of his hoofsteps, but he humbly raised one hand without breaking his stride. "Do not mind me, girls. Sorry for interrupting. I'll only be back through one more time, then the house is yours." Aalia's pale cheeks flushed a dark blue in embarrassment. "Just go, Dad! We know!" A deep chuckle escaped Aalia's father. "Yes, yes, forgive me, Aalia. I won't be long." His long, graying hair swished down his muscular back as he walked. Truth be told, the older male had kept himself in quite good shape for his age, though surprisingly he hadn't bothered to find a new life-mate since his Aalia's mother had left them years prior. He seemed to have no qualms walking around his own home without a shirt, and the meager boxers that granted him modesty looked quite well-stuffed at a glance. It was likely that he hadn't [i]meant[/i] to come downstairs with so little on, but, having lived on his own for a while, he wasn't necessarily used to having his daughter back in the house, let alone with company. Aalia quietly covered her face with both hands as her father left the room, only to find both of her friends staring shamelessly at him as his thick tail disappeared from sight. "Oh... [i]no[/i]. Laruu, Kani, perish the thoughts, both of you!" Laruu already had quite the lewd smile on her face. "As if your priestly powers allow you to [i]really[/i] read minds, Aalia. Besides, didn't you want [i]proof[/i] of what I can do?" "She's not wrong," Kani chimed in before Aalia could respond, her purple cheeks likewise flushed a deep violet. "But it's not fair for you guys to act like I'm not here. I could get any guy just as easily." Both of the other females exchanged sincere, concerned looks. "Kani, I never said you couldn't," Laruu said in earnest. "I'm just saying [i]I[/i] know my way around the guys, regardless of who they may be. And I can prove it." Aalia looked like she was about to blow a gasket, but before she could retort, Kani shot back with, "Oh yeah? Then perhaps we should make this a competition, then?" "NO," Aalia hissed firmly and pushed herself between her friends. "You will [i]not[/i] be doing [i]anything[/i] to [i]my[/i] father in my [i]own[/i] home!" Laruu grinned deviously as she brushed a few strands of light gray hair from her eye. "Aalia, he's as grown as we are. He may do as he pleases. If he rebuffs me, so what? Or are you afraid that, perhaps, he will accep-" Aalia angrily clapped a hand over Laruu's soft white lips, the other clamping down tight on her shoulder. "Don't. Say it." Kani couldn't help but let out a soft laugh as she readjusted her spectacles. "I'm sorry, Aalia, we're not trying to be jerks. It's just... well, none of us are taken, and it's not like the wars have left us any time for mates. Frankly, none of the fellow mages I've worked with are particularly fun to be around, and Nakir has always been pretty nice to us." Aalia almost couldn't believe her ears as she turned to Kani in shock. "Et tu, Kani? And since when have you called [i]my[/i] father by his first name?" "He asked me to when we got here," she said with a shrug. "We're not kids anymore." "Well, no... but I never realized you guys thought about [i]him[/i] like this," she admitted, her face no less flushed as her tensed shoulders sagged in defeat. "Have you always...?" It was Kani's turn to blush all the darker. "K-kinda?" Aalia let out a sigh of shock. "I mean... Laruu's always been Laruu," she started and gestured to her left, but as she turned to look, Laruu had vanished sometime during their chat. "Shit!" * * * * * The second she saw her chance, Laruu had slipped away from her friends and ducked into the small bathroom adjacent to the living room. Her glowing white eyes peered back at herself in the mirror as she began her quick adjustments. The long white hair that had been tied back was let loose and tousled to drape over her shoulders. With a flick of her wrist, the first three buttons of her pajama top came loose to expose a [i]deep[/i] line of flawless, blindingly white cleavage. A satisfied smile crossed her lush lips as she nonchalantly left the bathroom, glancing over to ensure that Kani and Aalia were still preoccupied before walking through an archway into the kitchen.