Sharr Khan drank his tea, its smoky bite and citrus tang stimulated his taste buds. The Shotar considered, he'd need to commission more of this succulent blend. Gathered for a casual brunch before going off to inspect Numai, the Shotar sat beside Raj Naresh Singh, inside the Kuras mansion's comfortably furnished lounge. Sharr Khan took notice of Damianus Vorskrai, and followed the Guilthari lord's lustful gaze. Ear tips peeked out from beneath twists and ringlets of her elaborately arranged auburn hair, which hung suggestive, over bare shoulders and back. Nadia Korelia's magnetic presence commanded the room. Scandalously short, flirty, blue babydoll Summer dress clung to her every contour. Nadia's bountiful breasts heaved at each regular breath, seemed as though they just might pop out. Knee-high, chunky black claw-boots, made the ensemble, combat chic. Nadia couldn't help but ooze sex appeal, she'd been manufactured that way. Oh yes, Sharr Khan recall...