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The spirits of Ashenvale were flowing about the Moonwell. Jaina Proudmoore slipped off her high heels as she dipped one dainty toe into the water. The movement sent her huge breasts bouncing as she flipped her blonde hair. Behind her, Tyrande moved forward with swaying hips. Her green hair flowed down her violet form as she shed her white skirt. "A beautiful moon above, is it not?" asked Tyrande. "Yes," said Jaina. "And a beautiful Moonwell. "Thank you for inviting me." "I plan a life-changing experience," said Tyrande. The two waded in with swaying hips as the blue water lapped over them. Jaina was not used the Moonwell, but Tyrande's invitation promised relaxation. Being the position she is, she needed some time to relax. She let out a pleasant hum as her body submerged in the water. Her skin glistened with the water as if an invisible force massaged her skin. Her muscles relaxed, and she ran a hand on her thigh to her ankle, spreading more water on her skin. Tyrande watched the

Yor Forger did not like this new mission one bit. Hiding behind the corner of a metal hallway, her black cape floated to the ground. Her halter-style black dress that emphasized her breasts perked up as she pressed them against the wall. After glancing past the corner and observing an empty hallway for a few moments, she dashed forward while contemplating why she took this mission. Thorn Garden had received recent reports about a strange new operating facility on the outskirts of their headquarters. Numerous spies from countless factions had been sent in to investigate, yet retreated the moment they saw strange robots with abnormal abilities and lasers that could melt through steel. Militaries all over the world had called for a secret truce, and planned to invade the facility. However, in order to reduce casualties, they needed to investigate the base further. As a result, numerous assassins and specialized combat-oriented spies had already been assigned her mission. Yor