<span style="font-weight: bold">Ishidora</span><br/><br/>“Aargh!” Ishidora shrieks, as Resha kicks aside the grimoire and brutally slashes her palms. The fey mist spooling within the sorceress’s summoning circle simply collapses, dissipating into the room. “Oh no,” Ishidora murmurs, as she backs. It’s clear any attempt to escape the room will lead through Resha’s lips, and any further chicanery only invite further blows from the tigress’s sword. “C-can’t we talk about this?” She stammers, with the wild, devil-may-care grin of the hopeless, bloodied hands extended “you’re already had a meal. Surely you’re still hungry?”<br/><br/>Her fine feminine rump bumps the well-stocked shelves behind her, barring further escape, and her palms leave bloody prints behind her as she grips it.<br/><br/>[Listen check, requires 4, 5 or 6 to succeed (difficult)]<div style="padding: 3px; background-color: #FFFFFF; border: 1px solid #d8d8d8; font-size: 1em;"><div style="text-transform: uppercase; border-bottom: 1px solid #CCCCCC; margin-bottom: 3px; font-size: 0.8em; font-weight: bold; display: block;"><span onclick="if (this.parentNode.parentNode.getElementsByTagName('div')[1].getElementsByTagName('div')[0].style.display != '') {  this.parentNode.parentNode.getElementsByTagName('div')[1].getElementsByTagName('div')[0].style.display = ''; this.innerHTML = '&lt;b&gt;Spoiler: &lt;/b&gt;&lt;a href=\'#\' onClick=\'return false;\'&gt;hide&lt;/a&gt;'; } else { this.parentNode.parentNode.getElementsByTagName('div')[1].getElementsByTagName('div')[0].style.display = 'none'; this.innerHTML = '&lt;b&gt;Spoiler: &lt;/b&gt;&lt;a href=\'#\' onClick=\'return false;\'&gt;show&lt;/a&gt;'; }"><b>Spoiler: </b><a href="#" onclick="return false;">show</a></span></div><div class="quotecontent"><div style="display: none;">Behind Resha, the soft sound of silken sheets shifting can <span style="font-style: italic">just</span> be heard.</div></div></div><br/><br/><span style="font-weight: bold">Group</span><br/><br/>With Katina and Aiyaka leading the way, you trail your way out of the wine cellar, the discussion of who shall be food for whom temporarily shelved. The girls are on the stairs leading up the pantry when there’s a great groaning, and wine-barrels begin to burst, washing the room in expensive and slippery liquor, a veritable wave that pours back towards the… gullet… that Aiyaka and her companions have just climbed from - but, Cyra is easily able to keep her feet [attk. vs. Cyra, 1, honestly, bleh].<br/><br/>The girls scream, and charge up the stairs, dashing through the pantry and heading for the kitchen...