The sky was already darkening causing the unbearable heat to change into bone chilling cold.
These extreme changes could be said to be a reason the infrastructure of the desert was so… Not there. With the temperature constantly changing between two major extremes it caused constant damage to anything that could be classified as ‘sturdy’. Every time the moons rose and lowered countless cracks would appear upon the buildings that existed - at least ones made from low quality materials that couldn’t handle the difference in temperature.
This has led to amateurs using the endless resources of the desert to piece together structures in hopes that they will be able to last. Not all materials are useful and some of the ones that seem useful end up being harmful - yet knowledge of such was often greedily kept by those attempting a monopoly. Never spreading between city to city meaning mistakes that have already happened will always happen.
The simpler method was, of course, just using poles and processed leathers/furs draped over in order to get some cover from the elements. It was simple and likely wasn’t waterproof… But what water did they need to worry about? If it actually rained in these lands it would be something to celebrate - nobody would be trying to take cover.
Adjar and his convoy had already set up some tents with simple metal polls and furs. They weren’t from particularly strong beasts but they didn’t need to be tough and actually came from a type of camel beast; it did feel a bit awkward for the Camtaurs though. Nethertheless survival is survival and it wasn’t like they were really the same race. Like a snake swallowing a salamander; although the two were related at some point they were different enough.
Currently a snake planned to eat something more ‘fertile’.
She walked through their little camp - each step followed by the swaying of her hips and that was followed by the literal clapping of her ass cheeks. As soon as she stepped up to the camp all eyes turned onto her. For the first time in her short life she felt whole as all of the camp's eyes fell on her with hungry (and horny) gazes that made her very pleased - she loved being the centre of attention after all. She didn’t mind if that attention was due to her wealth, power or appearance as long as she held it.
This could be the reason she only focused on taking from the rich and powerful in her previous life; all attention is good attention. Even if that attention ended up removing her mt.Tao.
That’s not to say she’ll just throw all her cards out as soon as possible or charge into a battlefield with a sword in hand - she loved attention on a longer term which meant she had to keep her life. The dick losing was a miscalculation in this regard - it doesn’t make sense to die for attention when there are always better ways to attain that sweet sweet attention. It’s also why she loved to spend money as much as she loved to make it. As said, in her opinion, any attention is good intention. It could even be said she’s somewhat thankful to Kim Su for bringing her a new way to get attention… Though she certainly wasn’t grateful.
Her eyes fell onto those giving her attention that she believed were imaging themselves making her cry like a whore - pounding her womb like it was a drum and their dick the stick - before leaving her as a baby momma. Maybe they imaged keeping her on after giving birth as a trophy wife, maybe they wanted to fuck her more while pregnant so would keep her topt up in their basement, maybe they imaged her begging for them to stay and some likely just wanted to abandon her with their bastard children.
Yet she didn’t mind being seen as a sexual object. Instead it brought a seductive smirk on her face while crossing her arms under her chest - squeezing them seductively between her arms causing all tents to twitch. This technique was like a magic move that always got those pitched tents excited.
“I would continue to teasse them if I didn’t have a cock to heart appointment~. Huh that ssounded far hotter in my head… Maybe it would be hotter if I just ssaid it out loud ass it wass?” <Midas>
Midas was still adapting to her new life.
It didn’t take her long to reach her destination which was the largest tent in the campsite where she clearly smelt two people. One of which she could tell had a very hot crotch with plenty of blood flowing through. Thinking about this she licked her lips while walking into the tent with a seductive gaze turning into a hungry one. Pushing the entrance away she entered into the tent with her hips always swaying - the gently *clap* attracting the two men before she even spoke.
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