Quote: <GMM>  the Vespertine Shadow, Nadravii wastes no time to pry open the briefcase, retrieving Love's pickle to admire it's beautiful shape; it's length at the perfect size, the skin smooth yet bumpy against the tips of her fingers. As she did so, her mind soon became flooded with the savoring flavor in which this pickle had potentially bathed in a rather sour-sweet dressing before her grasp.