No trip to the city would be complete without checking out the Eternal Citadel, home to the Queen of Hotness herself (I can't even say her name without getting a wetty); Morathi.
This Saladfinger Stinkrim b*tch was kind of an asshole but whatever. Hater's gonna HATE.
There she was, the lion-frothing Mistress of Hate herself. But there HE was. King What-the-hell-is-that!?
WHAT THE HELL IS THAT!?
One brain-gasm later...
When I say I would do anything for Queen Morathi's sweet poon, I guess I really do mean anything >:(
The city scarred me. I think I'm kinda done here.