The huskygal watches the tiefling ruefully but makes no movement to approach her.<br/><br/><blockquote><div><cite>Alyssa wrote:</cite>"Miss Jess...You were going to eat me,"</div></blockquote><br/><br/>"...no<span style="font-style: italic">oo</span>o I wa<span style="font-style: italic">aa</span>sn't." she denies.<br/><span style="font-size: 80%; line-height: 116%;">[Jess bluff: 1d20(4)+7 -4(drunk) -20(implausible) = -11]</span><br/>She fails even to keep a straight face while saying it, her mind still so preoccupied with the girl's taste and with imaginings of where she'd be right now if she'd been just a little slower...<br/><br/><br/><blockquote class="uncited"><div>"If Miss Auralia were to find out..."</div></blockquote><br/>That knocks the smile off of Jess's face; she sobers up considerably. "Hey...now wait..." Images of full bellies are replaced by images of razor-edged greatswords in her mind. "Theres...no need to...do anything like that."<span style="font-style: italic">"Can I tackle her from here? Probably not...she's got the upper ground and she expects it..."</span><br/><br/>"I was just playing!" she smiles again, trying her charm. "Just a joke, some bath humor ya'know? I wouldn't really<span style="font-style: italic">eat you</span>, hun..."<br/><span style="font-size: 80%; line-height: 116%;">[Jess bluff: 1d20(15)+7 -4(drunk) -5(implausible) = 13]</span>