Iskket! Rokk-Fang yells out angrily, stomping down the hallway from your bedroom. Where drink?! I say get drink for me! Despite forcing herself into your life some weeks ago, Rokk-Fang has done nothing but laze about and make demands of you. Refusing to cook, clean, or have sex with you, even if she constantly claims to be your 'concubine'. Despite being several feet shorter than you Rokk-Fang gives you a furious look, her tiny hands on her wide, womanly hips. Dumb brukk'hon like you can't even get drink right?!? How am I supposed to be ready for love-sex?! Why you always make life hard?!