I do like that last one. But you want to make gold ... soft?" If anything, her frown had grown, but her subtly swaying hips and restless wings gave Petra's lusty nature away. She touched the gold pendant at her neck. "That all sounds intriguing, and we could use any help with the backlog of crystals."
"Soft, hot, bouncy, self-sustaining golden fluffy handcuffs, I'll do it all. I want to play with it like playdough, Petra. Magic, it's ... I need to see what I can do," Chris tried to convey his desire to push some boundaries, to make his magical mark beyond his established reputation as a magical golden goose. He wanted to see what was possible just for the sake of knowing, and the chance of discovering something incredible. "This is probably blasphemous, so don't tell any strange dragons o
