Wednesday, January 31, 2007

Second Life/Avilion

It's midnight, and here is a still-rezzing Centaur.

The hindquarters are done, so is the front. Only the middle section needs to resolve.
Egads. The mid-section may be too resolved.

Being half-man/half-horse has its advantages...
I ask the Centaur for a lift and the only way to accommodate me is to lie flat on the ground, looking all sexxxy.

Since there is no way to mount without getting arrested, I decided to teleport.

At the magnificent ballroom of Avilion.
I had to get dressed in a tux to enter.
The crest of the club.

(Nervous. Preparing to enter.)
The opulence.

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