Chapter 2098 Her Naughty Training:>>21
- Delilah's long, dark hair flowed down her back as she sat at her desk. She intensely concentrated on her computer screen, her back straight, her breasts jutting out, and her nimble fingers flicked back and forth the keyboard and manipulated her mouse with extreme precision. On the screen, Delilah's elf avatar responded to her masterful commands, valiantly keeping the raid alive despite the marked incompetence of others who didn't watch the strategy video beforehand. World of Warcraft was one of Delilah's favorite games, but like other devoted players, she yearned for a stable guild with competent members. She had been in her current guild for a month and was thinking of looking for yet another one. Her guild mates barked orders back and forth as she frantically healed them, and cursed the hunters under her breath for once again being incapable of not standing in fire, and for the back-up tank once again missing his cue to take aggro.
- Since Delilah was alone in her room, she sat in her underwear. She always felt that pants were overly restrictive and tried to wear them as little as possible, only reluctantly putting on even pajama pants when company was over or her dad, Bruce, was home and awake. Since it was late and her bedroom door was closed, however, she was free to dress as minimally as she desired without feeling self-conscious.
- Most of the others in the raid were guys, but Delilah had no problem with that. Due to her interests, she had been hanging out with boys since a young age, and was well-versed in shutting down any male that crossed a line. After one of the raid wipes, Delilah let slip in group chat that she was sitting in her computer chair in only her panties. She said it casually, unintentionally causing more than half of the raid to have to readjust their sitting positions due to expanding lumps.