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Dark-Dragon watched, she was bleary-eyed, drunk with a body in one hand and a bottle in the other, stealing and drunk, he barely knew how she achieved this intent, the Panther Woman, was falling on top of him, even though he finds the most beautiful red-faced woman.

Dark-Dragon, watching her, her equally messy hair, was singed, he saw that below them, was, as he realized, she set the museum on fire, they were enveloped in scarlet flames and short black dress.

When, Dark-Dragon, he saw what they had in store, it looked like a sample of some of the riches, below, who ran down the street, naked.

Dark-Dragon saw that between her slender, tall, voluminous legs, her voluptuous body, her thick thighs, her full lips.

- You will not leave here Felicity. - He said, putting himself in front of you.

"For old times' sake, dear, a head start perhaps." - Said the Panther Woman.