I never saw Victoria (Tanya's mum) as a hot woman. She was in her mid 50s, shortish with curly brown hair and what looked like a face that had been pr...etty in its prime. Her figure was OK, slim to medium and she had a flat belly and average size breasts that looked like they were in decent enough shape from they way they protruded under her clothes.I spoke some Russian but not much and she spoke no English. We were a bit awkward with each other. I could tell she was a bit uncomfortable when. This place isn't safe as there is a lot of dark magic in the hands of evil creatures that could use it to destroy the whole world and conquer every single species they consider inferior, not only that but Lustyre is known for being filled with a dark desire, the lands are poisoned with emotions that have infected the creatures that inhabit it, yes, i'm talking about a very special emotion... love... dark love, or lust as it's called. This emotion has sadly infected most of the species in this. “Shit,” muttered Peter.Lauren climbed off his lap. She adjusted her clothes to some semblance of order and commented, “Actually, for some reason, I’m awfully hungry!”Peter snorted and laughed. He tucked himself back into his pants, zipping them up and redoing his belt, though he left his shirt open. “Come to think of it, so am I!” He smiled at her as they went back into the kitchen. “Leave the suit off, babe. I’ll warm you up again if you get chilly.”Lauren chuckled and left her clothing where. I was in constant pain from the damaged rid.About an hour after I awoke the probably illegal maid came down with a tray she called breakfast. It was some oatmeal kind of gruel and a boiled eggs. It was probably one of the simplest breakfasts I had ever eaten. It was also one of the blandest. Eggs without salt, no matter how they were prepared, were terrible. The same was true of gruel. I had a feeling I was getting a feel for being an 18th century orphans diet.I wrapped myself in the blankets.