Delvin’s mother had been killed in a raid on the nearby town when he was 17, just a month shy of his 18th birthday, so he inherited the inn and ever...ything associated with it, good and bad. Demon-kin, like Delvin, were usually not all that trusted; it was more to do with their origins than who they were as individuals. Adventurers were usually more accepting of his kind, mostly because they really didn’t care one way or another. Delvin had become quite the lord keeper in his time as the owner. Walking slowly before the car he led the way to the shearing shed where rolled out before them was a red carpet. Completely perplexed, the silent party entered the transformed shearing shed. Black sheeting hung from the ceiling and spotlights focused on the middle of the free space. In the center of the shed, was a 44-gallon drum cut lengthways. Supported on bricks it contained a blazing fire although the night was quite warm. Behind the fire was a table on which rested a laptop and a. Muin na soiki auntynka soibaku apekhya kali,aunty soibara 2 hours pare muin uthiki mo kamare lagi gali. Muin kahibaku bhuli jaichhi je aunty aji balck col full shorts aau yellow tops pindhithile, bodhe muin bed room re soibi ta sethipain bodhe se nighty pindhi nathile. Muin uthiki jaiki auntynka side re basi padili.aau auntynka peta upare hata rakhideli,jehetu aunty tops pindhithile mote subidha hela tanka peta re hata maribaku, muin tanka tops tike uparaku karideli aau peta re kiss kali,den. "Are you shopping or looking for something in particular?” although he already knew who she was and her kink the moment after she walked into the room thanks to a text from Esmeralda at the podium.Realizing she was out of her element and if she wanted to enjoy her kink she was going to have to ask or hint at it. “Sort of both,” Jazzy said. “I am looking for the Red Room,” feeling her face and body heat up. Thank goodness for the dim lights. This is harder than I thought. Maybe I should have.