I swear to whatever god still logged into this forsaken game to see one of his or her creation squirming right now… Please have mercy on me, for I have sinned, for I have let my entire nervous system collapsed like a poorly constructed Jenga tower, like after the CIA planted demolition explosives on those towers, the moment I feel a woman's touch on my shoulder.
My brain cells turned to half-cooked noodles and started bouncing around inside my skull. The Titan of Ashen Bark loomed above us, glowing red veins pulsing, bark cracking, dome shimmering like molten glass, but all I could think about was how a woman was touching me.
And not just any woman. Olga.
I mean, I wasn't 100% sure yet, but the second those fingers clamped down, I could smell steel, pine sap, and something else metallic, and my instinct knew it was.
Do you know how hot Russian mommies are? My reactions are totally justified.
If there was anything on my system, it would be…
[Debuff acquired: Woman's Touch]
