Rh aan the siblings
Yes, just like that of a banshee indeed. Just as long as I do not ever meet one of them; bad news and all of that, not to mention how awful their singing is… In the inn’s heated bath, actually a small pool, she eased in a short swim from side to side; always she alternated her strokes, one way on her stomach, the other on her back. At least until she heard the young serving lad splash into the water; so stunned was he, like most hormone raging teen boys, by the sight of her bared...