She was wearing old blue saree which was really dirty and had a gunny bag with her.Her black blouse was dirty too and her blouse had patch marks she s...owed the holes in her blouse with other clothes even though she was a beggar she had awesome figure and her figure was clearly visible from rain drench saree. She put down her gunny bag and then removed the pallu revealing a watermelon size boobs she bent over and started squeezing out the water from her saree. Her boobs were so juicy and big.. But they weren't sitting on chairs. They were siting on the backs of women who were all on their hands and knees while dressed head-to-toe in black leather.On one wall, was a topless woman in leather pants chained spread-eagle to a big wooden "X" mounted on the wall with her feet dangling inches off the floor. She seemed to be a prop of the club for no one was paying any attention to her. Monique quietly turned on her micro cassette recorder, checked the microphone under her collar, and walked. She looked fantastic this way too. The blouse was sheer enough that her tits were quite visible & the skirt was just sheer enough to see the red plug in her asshole with the tail hanging from her slightly & an outline of her ass stamp tattoo & if her legs were spread the red plug in her pussy was slightly visible too. Also, the cutout sides moved enough that as she walked someone to the side of her might get a slight look at her pussy mound. Just before we left the room I called the hotel. ’ My eyes widen, and I sit up a little straighter, not sure what I’m hearing. ‘Solas… I… if you share this secret with me… what of the other elves? What of everyone else in Thedas?’ He looks down, closing his eyes. ‘Ma vhenan, there is a reason it was decided to let the Dalish forget.’ A deep breath, and he continues. ‘What if no one died? Ever? Could a world support that many people? These skills, the knowledge necessary, would soon be jealously guarded by the elite. Commoners would again be.