About me: captives indulging in the artificial stimulations
of the NEST. The night elf's erect cock
jutted up from his crotch, aching for release, but
Shandel refused to acknowledge it. He didn't
take his eyes from the glossy grey disc before him
as he forced himself to concentrate harder. A soft
breeze stirred to his will, swirling the silky
carpet fibers around the plate. Shandel allowed
himself a sigh of frustration. Even the air in
this place was lifeless. Sinking into a
long-practiced meditation
