King of being weird.

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!?


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.

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