Snippet #2765544

The sound of multiple females conversing caught Demor's sensitive ears, and he opened a Draconian Eye as he lay on the massage table next to Iviri. He examined each of them with his keen eye, smirking slightly before taking a monstrous bite of his food, possibly revealing himself to view from the observing females. His eye went to the masseuse as she ran a finger up his spine, a purr-like growl escaping his throat as he chuckled. "Well, if you insist... Ultimate massage it is for me." he smiled.

While the Masseuse went to work, Demor's eyes went back to the group of females, even catching the Aschen Admiral briefly in his vision before his eyes fell upon Okora. The woman intrigued him, and out of the group she was with, he sensed a sort of leadership from her that the others either had and didn't match up to her, or did not have all together.

"Hey Iviri... I think you've got some fans~" Demor teased, nodding to the group of girls sneaking peeks at him, especially as they began to share a giggle. Demor's tail twitched smoothly behind him, hugging the table for now, the seven foot-long appendage a scaled, muscled behemoth weighing an easy hundred and forty pounds by itself of pure muscle and bone. As the male Drachini ate, his eyes went over to the group of women again, even towards the Aschen woman, taking in their curves, their features... and most importantly if possible, their level of magical prowess to see how they compared to his own. They were all impressive from what he could sense, though he was also hiding his own power considerably. Sighing softly, steam left his nose from his innate Water Magic usage and he continued to eat while getting his massage.