Pip looks to Vuvi, his eyes glowing a soft, yearning gold, his body already vibrating faintly with eagerness to help. The sand sprite hovers beside him, arms wrapped around his hips, gazing up at him with the desperate, starving, lust-filled hope that makes his chest hum warm with purpose.
"Nope! Absolutely not!" Vuvi snaps, arms crossed, sand clinging to her everywhere. "We know nothing about her. She trapped Raikya here for a week. She's not a potential client, she's a walking liability."
Zora steps forward and clears his throat, or rather, makes the sound a lich produces when he doesn't actually have a throat to clear.
"Actually, Lady Blackthorn, if you think about it, it's quite worth considering. Pip does seem to get stronger whenever he's finished pleasuring a magical being. Surely you remember what happened with the Seed Mother?"
"And the water spirits too," Penelo adds, shaking sand out of her fur.
