“You’re sure you’re up for this?” Brianna asked, grinning. “No shame in chickening out at the last minute.”
Riley glared in mock irritation at the lioness, a snort of flames curling from grey rings of her nostrils. The tongues were the same full, blazing red as her hair, their heat palpable, but the sandy-furred woman opposite her looked unimpressed.
No-one would normally have dared accuse her of shame, not in any sense of the word. Her adventuring party was the best in the city, and as leader she had the power and skill to match, boldly steering her team to victory and riches time and again. She took shit from no-one, and never failed a commission. And she did it all while totally naked. Her necklace, the sensual chain between her tender nipples, and the elegant bracers at her wrists and ankles were all that broke the smooth flow of gleaming scales that coated her curvaceous body.
Beating enemies to death in the nude was fun, as were the eyes that lingered desirously on her swaying genitals and chest as she walked about town. Anyone who tried to take advantage of her would leave with a black eye, possibly from a swinging dick rather than a fist.
Now however… she would be giving up that control, that power. She would be exchanging it for the thrill of helplessness, and of life-long dependency. And with the gleaming metal prosthetics she had prepared, every soul in the city would see, and would know.
There would be no going back either.
It needled her pride that the mage had accurately detected her anxiety over the procedure.
“You make it work, so I don’t see why I can’t too,” she answered, “I’m not having you and the others hold it over me that you were willing to give up your arms to keep up with the party and I wasn’t.”
“Oh I wouldn’t do that… much. Anyway, not everyone can pull off alchemical silver and cobalt,” Brianna replied smugly.
Riley regarded the cat’s fetching, artificial limbs with her piercing purple eyes. She felt that familiar tingling in her loins as her gaze traced over the lines where, a few months past, her hands had sliced into Brianna’s joints. Permanently amputating her friend’s arms at the shoulders.
Brianna wore the enchanted blue replacements well… better than the originals, Riley fancied. She wouldn’t look herself with organic, living arms on her shoulders now.
The dragoness’ bare, hanging member pulsed lazily at the idea. Two feet long soft or hard, it still took a lot of blood to make so generously sized a penis rise to the occasion, but she’d been at half-mast all day long. Every time she thought about how soon she was going to feel her own body parts being removed her genitalia started to rouse.
“Besides, if your prosthetics break down who’s going to fix them?” Brianna asked, pulling her back into the moment.
“Oh, they won’t break down. Not a chance.”
It was the dragoness’ turn to look pleased with herself, her tail flicking proudly.
“I’ve designed even better ones this time around, using gold in an alchemical alloy. They cost an arm and a leg-”
Brianna snorted at the turn of phrase, but Riley went on, ignoring her.
“But they’re not just elegant and stylish. They’re stronger and more durable, ideal for close quarters combat, and they’ll reduce fatigue and improve endurance. The hands will even offer around half the sensory acuity I have now. Not to mention that the gold’s conductivity will improve my magical performance by up to ten percent. So there’s no way I can hang on to my limbs just out of a little nerves. The party needs everyone performing at their best, or else the next amputation might be in the middle of a battle.”
“Your devoted leadership is noted,” Brionna said, looking not at her face, but at the second head that was rising up towards her from the dragoness’ crotch. “I’m sure this is a great sacrifice for you. You definitely aren’t giddy at the thought of me amputating your arms and legs permanently.”
That huge dragon dong twitched at the teasing words, and Riley felt her scales darken about her cheeks.
“Yeah and you just hated it,” she shot back. “Besides, it’s practical! We’re going to leave the others in the dust with all the upgrades and swappable parts we’ll have access to! And have you any idea how many adventurers die due to limb-injury? This is a preventative measure! Now sterilize your hands already; it’s time for the surgery.”
The cat did so, holding her prostheses over the flames of the fire burning in one corner of the cluttered workshop.
Riley was filled with nervous energy as she made one last check of the tools and devices for her upgrade. With each movement of her hands, each step on her feet, all she could think was how many more times she would use her own limbs before they were removed, so she could attach cool, slender metal ones in their place.
Her fingertip trailed over the blade that would soon help remove it, and she gasped as it pierced her scale with ease.
A trace of blood slicked the edge and dripped from the cut. She had already taken her potion, a draught of agony negation, so it was with the pure sensation of the knife entering her that she had been shocked, only a passing twinge of pain diluting the feeling of her flesh being split.
Brianna laughed at the look on her face as she cooled her hands in a bucket of water.
“Alright, slow down, I know you can’t wait for me to slice you apart, but at least get on the table while you still have limbs.”
“I should have replaced that cocky mouth of yours too,” Riley answered, feeling the flush on her face and the racing of her heart as she climbed onto the work-surface. “Don’t get so caught up roasting me that you cock up and leave my stumps wonky!”
The feline pushed her down against the tabletop, squeezing her breast with her still-warm metal fingers as she moved her into place, then strapped her wrist to one corner. All four limbs were secured in turn, as was her tail, lest she wriggle and make a mess of the procedure.
“It wouldn’t be the only cock that’s up here,” Brianna observed, playfully flicking the tip of the vertical rod between her party leader’s legs, once she was powerless to resist.
The lioness’ fingers clinked faintly against the knife as she collected it, textured pads giving excellent grip despite the metal on metal contact. She licked her lips as she looked down at her friend, and watched her shiver at the gleaming edge coming closer. Brianna grinned, and Riley saw the way she licked her lips as she touched the knife to the dragoness’ arm… that carnivorous smile that she wore before carving into foes with her spells.
“Don’t fret, I’ll be doing a good job… I’m looking forward to seeing you sporting your new accessories around town, and I do owe you one after all. You did come up with the idea to amputate my arms to improve my performance… so this is just returning the favor….”
As she spoke the blade pressed down.
Riley gasped as the skin between two scales separated, layers of subcutaneous fat parting just as easily, the cool metal pushing through insistently to reach her musculature within. The fibers gave more resistance, but she had sharpened the surgical tools herself, with the very hands they were now removing, and her bicep yielded with ease.
The feeling of her muscle being severed inch by inch was intense, a thousand little pinpricks of pleasurable pain, and the icy touch of outside air entering her. A quiet sound of slicing was audible, as each of the countless strings was cut. She watched close, eyes riveted as the implement moved deeper, until the edge stopped against bone. Then her surgeon twisted her grip, taking the whole handle in her palm, and started to drag the blade around, in a precise, languid loop about her arm.
“Hold still!” The cat ordered, as her subject strained at her bonds, her back arching and her shoulder threatening to pull away. “Otherwise you really will get uneven stumps!”
That was all the persuasion she needed to hold herself steady, but it was hard, so very hard not to squirm at the sensations of the surgery.
The interior of her arm was throbbing around the invading implement, and her meat glistened as it parted, the knife cleaving a hot, wet gash just as tantalizing and sensitive as the one between her legs. It thrilled her to behold, and as they saw the marbling of her own meat revealed it set both carnivores mouths to watering.
More potent however was the thought that this meat was her own, her limb, being rendered from a useable, integral piece of herself, to inert, dead meat. She could feel her hand dying as the seconds passed, twitching as nerves were severed one by one. The sensations were fading in her fingers, and soon that numbness had spread all the way up. And still there was more to cut.
Riley couldn’t believe she was really doing this… having this done to her.
Before her eyes her arm was being severed. Her hand would already never hold a sword or cast a spell again, and soon the entire limb, which had been a part of who she was since she first hatched – and even before – would be alienated from her forever. Reduced to waste to be discarded. Along with all the rest of her limbs.
She’d never been this horny in her entire life.
“Gods, are you going this slow on purpose?!” Riley demanded, her voice quavering.
“Of course,” Brianna purred, as her tail brushed tenderly along her leader’s shaft, “you’re only going to get to enjoy this once, so we should make the most of it. Well, you actually have three more goes after this, but something tells me you don’t want to miss a moment of any of them.”
Even if she might wish to deny it, her body was honest, her towering dragonhood above and quaking slit below both soaked with the proof of her passion, the moisture spreading out on the table under her too.
She was so focused on the intense, exotic eroticism of the operation, of feeling that inert weight that her arm had become and picturing the golden, elegant metal mechanism that would replace it, that she didn’t even notice as Brianna withdrew the knife, and retrieved another implement.
Riley couldn’t miss the sensation of the clamp closing around the bone, however. The circular cutting tool was based on one created to clip short metal tubing. Her set was designed instead to neatly clip through a humerus or femur. The head felt shockingly cold against her flesh.
“To… to think you laughed at the time I spend making this just to do your arms,” Riley crowed, “who’s laughing no-oooooh!”
Brianna and she gasped together at the audible crack, and all at once her stump was free.
Her sex quivered and her heart was pounding, her chest heaving as she tried to catch her breath.
She raised the remaining few inches of arm, staring in wonder at the flawless cross-section of her limb. She could see everything, the ring of bone, and the blindingly sensitive core of marrow within, the muscles in their clusters around layers of fat, the nerves, and the veins lazily oozing drops of blood.
Her companion’s purring deepened.
“Now this is satisfying, I can see why you enjoyed doing it to me.”
She left Riley’s former arm right there as she moved around the table, and the dragoness couldn’t resist pressing her throbbing stump to its counterpart, and feeling the two surfaces meet one last time.
But it was already time for her other arm to join it, and as the knife penetrated her Riley groaned in her lust, the perverse thrill only deepening as she felt herself losing her remaining arm.
The mirrored procedure matched the first in pleasure as well as intensity, but this time Brianna’s pace was woefully fast. She wanted to call out, to beg her to slow down, let her savor this one too, but in moments the razor-edge had carved through her arm, and with brutal efficiency her bone too was cut.
Just like that, Riley had no arms.
She stared back and forth between the two short stumps, her cheeks rosy and her crotch burning as she tried to make sense of the sight.
“You cut my arms off,” she murmured, grinning, her dick jerking and tensing at the words.
“You told me to,” Brianna whispered back, trailing her synthetic knuckles over the two delicate wounds, then gripping them gently in her fingers.
She leant in, and Riley raised her back, their lips meeting in a long, deep, greedy kiss. The lioness brushed at her meat with her thumbs, almost drooling into her mouth as they shared their passion. As she finally pulled back, their eyes met, and they giggled.
“Now let’s dump these useless things and do your legs!”
The process repeated with her right leg, each subsequent lost limb added to a growing pile of pieces of Riley that were collecting on the chopping board against the far wall. Her limp, inert fingers and hands flopped over, against one another, soon joined by a foot, three limbs heaped up together in a tangle. An incredible sight for her eyes to linger on as her final leg was being removed.
As her last remaining limb fell away Riley quivered, her chest heaving as the thoughts circled in her head that this was it, her limbs were really all gone… and she would never experience anything like this… or anything like them again.
Looking down at herself, she found she ended suddenly, abruptly, far sooner than her eye expected, only her tail and shaft left as her sole appendages. The sight of her limbless torso was a tantalizing, degrading thrill like nothing she’d even imagined, and she reached out for her member to vent that pleasure.
Naturally, all that happened was that her chest rose a few inches, and she wiggled her cute, lewd stumps at her own cock. Her hands and feet were in a pile over on the other side of the room now after all. Her hips and shoulders felt marvelously light without them.
The feeling of helpless impotence was a shock, and she couldn’t help but wonder what she would do if anything went wrong, and her prosthetics failed to work.
That idea made her crotch throb still harder, her genitals already soaked with her own juices.
“They’re really gone forever,” she said, to herself more than Brianna, “just like that.”
“You’re welcome,” Brianna said, as she dumped the final limb onto the pile of waste.
Returning to the table her eyes met those of Riley, and the girls shared a thrilled, breathless look of understanding.
“Need a hand?” asked the armless girl to the limbless one.
She leant over her, gently massaging a poultice into her arm-stumps.
That too was intense, but not as intense as the words she whispered to her leader.
“Get used to this sight, honey, because this is the new you. No arms, no legs… and I know you love it. The mighty dragoness adventurer Riley, reduced to a writhing torso for her own perverse pleasure. And mine….”
“I can still burn your ass you know,” she answered, her face as red as her hair as she tried to resist actively rubbing her armless shoulders into the cat’s paws.
“I’m not too worried,” Brianna answered, smirking, as she moved on to her thighs. “After all, you still need someone to attach your upgrades… and if you’re too ornery I might just decide to leave you like this instead.”
“You wouldn’t dare,” Riley said, biting her lip at the thought of it… of being left this way, not just as a way to spend her evenings and downtime, but permanently.
Stepping back, the cat regarded her work and her tail curled happily.
“Let’s behead you first then we’ll see.”
Clipping the collar into place around her throat was a simple matter compared to cleaving through arms and legs.
Designed to match her artificial limbs and existing jewelry, it was wrought in fine gold and gemstones, a beautiful decoration, enchanted to never leave her neck again once activated. Cursed, some might say, but Riley had forged it well. It was irremovable because it had to be – it would soon be a permanent and very necessary part of her body.
It felt tight, yet comfortable, and the fine sharp line between the upper and lower halves of her creation bit at her flesh in a circle, tantalizing her with the promise of what was to come.
If only she had hands she’d have activated it herself, just to end the building anticipation.
Instead her companion’s Blue metal prosthetics clinked about her neck as the surgeon turned headswoman adjusted the device, getting it nicely centered on her throat, taking the time to align it with painstaking precision, then stepping back to view her work from a distance.
“Can’t you turn it on already?”
“I can if you don’t mind your head being crooked,” the woman joked back. “But this looks pretty good now.”
The lioness reached for her throat again, but then stopped, fingers hovering over the central gem, magic tingling in the brilliant amethyst.
“Just… before I press this, you are sure this will work, right?”
“Unless you’re volunteering to test it for me touch the stone already!”
“You got it boss,” she said, grinning.
There was a clink of metal on crystal, then a sudden loud ‘thunk’ and a surge of intense, dazzling sensation from her neck.
From both halves of her neck.
In an instant the metal wire had snapped shut, and her ingeniously crafted collar had decapitated her.
Riley’s body writhed, back twisting, tail pulling at the remaining restraint as she convulsed from the incredible feelings of her beheading, her cock and pussy on fire along with her severed neck.
Everything around her seemed to spin at the overwhelming intensity of it all.
It stopped as Brianna caught her rolling head by the horns, and held her up between her palms.
“How was that?” she asked.
Their eyes met, and Riley’s face lit up as she realized she was a severed head in those cold metal hands.
“It was… wonderful,” she whispered back.
“You look wonderful too. Are both your halves still working?”
Her cute little nubs of arm and leg rubbed at her sides as she felt the two pieces of herself.
“Yes! It feels amazing being in your hands and down on the table too.”
“Huh… I over Jarret 5 gold,” Brianna remarked, looking impressed.
“You bet against me?!” Riley asked, scandalized.
The lioness snickered, tail swishing. “Only on if you’d still be able to control both parts. Don’t worry, I’d have given you a good home.”
Turning Riley over in her hands the executioner inspected her work, giving the dragon’s new stumps and their exposed holes a close look, letting her feel the warm breath on her delicate meat.
“Hey, you mind not spinning the world upside down while we’re talking?” Riley said, in protest at the careless treatment.
“Oh I think you’ll get used to it. You kinda have to, you know? That’s how it goes when you’re a helpless plaything….”
Brianna plopped her leader’s head down on the chopping block, right beside the heap of meat that used to be her appendages. The squish as her neck pressed to the cool wood was a whole new form of degrading pleasure, and the sight of her own hands and feet in a jumbled pile in the corner of her vision just completed the effect. It was a rush, and she couldn’t help but moan in delight.
“There, all the off-cuts can watch together as I fit your artificial limbs.”
“So you’re going to attach them after all?” Riley asked, grinning up at her.
“Well you’re not much of a spellblade if you can’t hold a blade and you can’t cast any spells… so I thought I ought to. That was the point of all this, right?”
“Oh, now you’re serious,” Riley said, rolling her eyes.
“Don’t worry, I know you can’t wait to be helplessly toyed with, but you can’t wear prosthetics all the time anyway. I have to take mine off in bed, and I usually leave them off about the house. I’m sure you’ll get to spend plenty of time with yours detached too… such as in my bunk.”
“Deal,” the dragoness replied at once.
The process of actually fitting her new artificial appendages was a simple one, the caps alchemically adhering to her stumps to form the receivers for the swappable pieces that would be her new arms and legs. The entire assembly, caps and limb attachments, could be easily removed to wash her stumps and for times of rest, but they would be snug and secure while locked on.
After all she’d given up to get them she was all the more thrilled to watch each one clicking into place. Pressurizing with a soft hiss, she felt the cool metal come alive, connecting to her nerves and brain. There wasn’t the clear, complete sensory feedback of organic body parts – rather most of each limb was almost numb – but all parts still gave the sensation of presence and position.
The simple articulated spurs that would serve in lieu of legs gave only that, sensing just pressure and orientation along their whole length, but the gracefully curved golden struts were beautiful, tapering elegantly to their small pointed ‘feet’. They were powerful in ways flesh couldn’t be, able to absorb shocks and accelerate her faster, while never growing weary or falling prey to wounds or blows. There was infinite possibility to customize and improve them too, and they were even deadly weapons. Any adventurer ought to be excited to give up their legs for a pair.
Her new arms were slender like her legs, but while the sleek upper arms were cylinders, aglow with hydraulic reservoirs and lined with pistons and braces, the forearms were like two large gauntlets, ending in artificial hands far more advanced than the rest.
Sitting up on the table, she raised them, watching herself from the block as her new limbs made soft whirrs and gurgles. Some fine tuning would be needed to silence them, but for the moment she just admired the sight of her limbless torso, adorned with the perfect set of accessories.
Her aching genitalia and bust stirred her from the reverie, however, and she pressed her mechanical fingers to herself, and gasped at the alien sensation.
Her hands had been soft, dexterous and gentle in her self-exploration, able to massage and caress her breasts with a silken brush of fingertips, and knead and tease her nipples to a delicious pinnacle of pleasure… it had been one of her favorite forms of self-pleasure.
She was never going to feel it again.
The rigid metal fingers and stiff palms of her prosthetics were not silky at all. They were cold metal, hard and angular. The digits were powerful, but still clumsy as she learned to work them, and while they related to her the same feelings as her organic pair had they were not so luxurious in detail. All the necessary sensory data was there, but it was as if she was touching herself through the gauntlets her artificial extremities resembled.
This was all she would ever have now. Her hands were gone, and her upgrades were their replacements. There could have been no more perfect demonstration of what she’d gained, and what she’d given up.
She could feel her flesh throb at the exhilarating thought, and she worked her hand down herself, detecting the subtle textures of her penis scales and sliding underneath her dick, to finger her yearning slit, her body thrilled to be attended to at long last.
She was just getting the hand of onanism with her prosthetics when she felt two more on her cheeks. She yelped, her perspective whirling once again, Brianna coming back into view.
“So what do you think?” she asked, caressing the helpless head in her grip.
“I think more testing is needed,” the head answered, giggling bashfully as she felt her cheeks stroked.
The lioness brought her closer, and they met with a passionate kiss, the cat pulling Riley’s tongue into her mouth, moaning around the reptilian organ and working their full, sensitive lips together.
She’d had no idea just how aroused her helper was, but it seemed the feline wasn’t done yet either. As she eagerly reciprocated the longing, hungry make-out she felt herself moving, and then their lips separated and an electric tingle shot through her head and body both.
Something was pressing against her cock… and against her neck stump. The contact was as potent, as intrusive as if it were the depths of her spasming pussy, but the opening being teased was the exposed meat of her throat.
The wet and hot head of her cock rubbed against her stump and she groaned, unable to keep still, shaking and trailing sticky marks over her exposed muscle as she rubbed against her own head. Her urethra lingered to kiss against each of her arteries in turn, and the synesthetic root of her spinal cord, sending bursts of spiraling color through her mind.
Finally it found and lodged in its target, an aching hole there at the middle of her throat, and she felt her massive equipment spreading that tender, virginal opening as the lioness pushed her downwards an inch.
“You wouldn’t,” she gasped.
“I would!” Brianna grinned – as she dragged her friend and leader’s head right down onto her bucking, tensing dick.
Her throat stretched absurdly, the enchanted collar working its hardest to preserve the delicate flesh of her cross-section, her trachea distorting around her genitals.
Her cruelly neglected weapon had finally found fresh prey, and the dragoness roared in bliss at the sensations, only for her to muffle and sever her own vocalization as she filled her throat with cock!
Her neck was wrapped so tight around her glans that it bulged in the shape of it, her throat wrapping her other head like a sleeve. Brianna kept going, kissing her shocked face deeply, lovingly, as they moaned together. Riley helped push herself deeper into her own head with her eager jerks of her hips.
Soon her cock was in her mouth. Her tongue tasted her slit, her lips just barely holding it back for a moment, and then it burst out. The dragoness found herself run through, her severed head impaled through the mouth and neck on her own aching penis, stretched out into a lewd, perverse expression as she desperately licked and sucked at the limited section of shaft she could reach.
Her partner helped her there, working her slowly up and down her pole, using her as a sex aid in her own debasement, while Riley continued to finger her tense, steaming womanhood with the lifeless metal prods that passed for fingers for her now.
Finding herself pushed up to the top of her cock again, she hoped that they might renew their kisses, but it was the second pair of feline lips that greeted her.
She obeyed, gratefully slithering out her tongue around the shaft that wore her like a cockring, kissing the cat’s sex and tasting her depths. The flavor of Brianna was still coating her tongue as those wet, hot, tight folds squeezed and tensed around the invading muscle. A groan vibrated in her filled throat, buzzing in the throbbing shaft as she felt herself sliding lower again.
Sat directly on her face, Brianna was pushing down, forcing her to breathe the musk of a lioness on heat as she pleasured her, and the two of them were impaled together on that titanic penis.
Brianna speared herself on her friend’s shaft like that over and over, each time driving deeper, ramming her head further down as the women writhed against one another.
Prosthetic arms clanged together, metal sliding frictionlessly off metal as they tried to embrace. Riley felt her cock hilt itself in her and Brianna both, her neck pressing to her overfilled sack. Her snout was buried in the lips of the dominant predator’s snatch, tongue still serving her demanding, clenching innards.
It was as the feline’s own mouth met her neck stump and she felt her kissing the hole between her shoulders, tonguing her other throat opening and lapping at her spinal cord, that it was all finally too much.
She was a limbless quadruple amputee, clutching at herself and her partner with metal attachments for which she’d discarded her own limbs, and wearing her severed head as a cockring as her assistant tonguefucked her stump.
It was ecstasy.
Climax rocked her like the blast of a volcano.
Cum erupted from Brianna’s sex and mouth both, raining down on her neck and flowing into her throat hole, and for a moment, as she clung to conscious thought, she reflected that this was the best day of her entire life.
So far.
Then she passed out, into a blissful haze.
A few days later, after Riley had recovered from the experience, she and the others gathered around the dinner table of her house.
It was the first time the party had all gotten together since her ‘upgrade’, and everyone had been eager to see the new her.
And what a sight they had been met with.
Naked as ever, save her usual nipple-chain and necklaces, she sat at the head of the table on a new mode of display; her prosthetics were detached for the calm relaxation of their meal together, leaving her short rounded stumps on full view.
It had taken them a while to get over that, but what had also commanded significant attention was the centerpiece above the mantle behind her.
A pair of draconic hands and feet were affixed at the centre of a large metal rendition of their party emblem. In one of the four orbiting sections of the design a pair of familiar yellow-furred hands joined them. Proof of exactly what Riley and Brianna had given up to help their party.
Many a joke had been made at the expense of the duo nonetheless, and more than once the conversation turned to her anxious plans for her first trip out with the team again. She was still getting used to wearing and fighting in her artificial limbs, but she was already performing better with them than she had with her organic ones.
What played on her thoughts and made her squirm in giddy excitement wasn’t fighting however… it was the thought of holding their next dinner down at the tavern.
Of course just displaying the new her to her friends was challenge enough for the moment. They had each taken their liberties with her body, hands teasing her breasts or tugging her aching cock, but then that was to be expected. They were always a hands-on party. Even if only three of them still had any.
Jarret the fox had volunteered to feed her that night, while Avery was serving large slices of the succulent roast to Brianna.
“You know I’ve never had dragon before,” Jarret said, smirking, as he devoured another slice of Riley’s thigh for himself.
Her limbs were almost entirely devoured already, too rich and scintillating a dish to last long before five hungry adventurers.
“Hey, that was mine!” she protested, glaring. “It’s my meat so I at least want my fair share!”
“Sorry, sorry!” he said, chucking, “here, you can have the last piece.“
She bit into the chunk and tastes the juices running out over her tongue, and gave a soft groan of delight.
This was definitely the right thing to do with her limbs.
“I think I could get a taste for dragon you know,” Jarret was saying, as she chewed slowly. “Is there any more to come?”
“I’m fresh out, alas,” she answered, smiling. “But I am still rather hungry myself… and I do have an idea for where we could get some fresh cuts of fox.”
“The party crest up on the wall could use some more decorations too,” Brianna pointed out, jerking her armless shoulder up at the ornate device and grinning from ear to ear. “It doesn’t seem right that only two of us have contributed so far….”
“That’s so true! And you know, Brianna and I were just saying while we were training that with our upgrades the rest of you guys could really do with improving what you bring to the party… you especially Jarret, you could definitely stand to upgrade your performance….”