Rabetha Darkweaver<br/>Sex: Female<br/>Race: Human<br/>Age: ??? (Looks to be 21)<br/>Sexuality: Bi<br/>Occupation: Demonlogist (Demonology Warlock)<br/><br/>The woman managed to get to the inn and hoped that now she could get some peace and quiet out of the entire week of venturing. It wasn't easy when you did things for research. Even if it was demonic research, that probably just makes things worse...gotta be more secretive, and has several severe consequences if something went wrong. She was hear to study the corrupted wildlife and then possibly add it to her vast research records.<br/><br/>Rabetha looked like she was a young woman, but she was actually quite old. Amazing what the miracle of living an active life complete with eating your veges and dive into powerful demonic Fel magic of Demonology could keep one young, fresh, and ever living...minus the cost that once a month she needed to sacrifice a soul to her demons in order to stay alive and powerful.<br/><br/>Her skin was as white as ebony, truly someone who lived in the darkness. She wore an elegant dress that showed off a lot of her womanly bits. She had large, luscious breasts that could of been either DD or E sized, a trim and flat stomach, a taut back, thin waist, and a positively plump ass crowning delicious thighs. And even her head was amazing, crowned by graceful and silky ebon black hair that tumbled around her shoulders and back. Her face was smooth and flawless with nearly coal black eyes that could mesmerize anyone. She wore a bit of make-up, some light blush and violet lipstick on her plump, kissable lips.<br/><br/>The dress was like a dark color that blended well with dim-lighting. It left her shoulders and arms bare, also the top of her large and firm breasts. And the side of the robe's skirt, which went down to her ankles, had a long slit that exposed one firm and plump thigh and leg. Her dainty feet were within high-heels that didn't look like they hampered her walking at all. And the dress clung snugly onto her every curve.<br/><br/>The warlock woman walked into the main-room of the inn and looked around, it appeared to be empty, minus a woman sleeping in the far off corner. She would of expected her to be drunk if it wasn't for the fact that there wasn't any mugs or bottles around her. Though, the inn staff could of cleaned it up and didn't even bother to wake up the woman...who knows.<br/><br/>She sighed and was about to leave before she felt something. It was something that made her grin and purr...the feeling of lust. Some people were having a fun time here and, sometimes, she didn't like to be left out.<br/><br/><i>Well...I did the ritual a couple of days ago...I should be safe...so...</i><br/><br/>Almost like an unrealistic phantom, Rabetha walked up the stairs, wondering if anything could wake up the slumbering woman, and went down the hallways to find the lucky bedroom. But, as she got closer, she could feel the aura of lust thicken and could feel the energetic buzz of arcane. So, a mage was getting lucky...how lovely! She soon found the door and giggled to herself as she  tried slightly opened the door and peeked inside. But, she found the door was locked. Luckily, a bit of dark magic in the right place caused the door to unlock and she opened it just slightly enough to peek through. Sure enough, she found a man and a woman getting it on within the room on the bed. Licking her plump lips, the warlock stood and watched, having a few dirty thoughts to herself.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>