<span style="font-weight: bold">OOC: This post is depreciated. See the most recent post of 30/12/2014 instead.</span><br/><br/><span style="font-weight: bold">Ryla</span><br/>OOC: I think the effect you want is that of charm-person, not lover’s luncheon (I’ve written the post as if you’d cast this). Lover’s Luncheon can only be used on creatures with attitude of helpful or friendly (i.e. make friends or cast charm person first), and it has a range of ‘touch’ which means you have to be touching them. Charm person has the range you need, plus it makes that person friendly towards you and view your actions in the most positive possible light. Plus they’ll probably let you touch them, which is the moment for Lover’s Luncheon.<br/><br/>Will save half-minotaur… d20+5 = 3+5 = 8… failure!<br/><br/>Quite taken in by your sexual brushes and touches, and distracted by her own scheming - unaware of how its coming apart beneath her - the piratical woman continues to giggle and flirt, tugging you inoxerably towards her usefully-private accommodation… and doesn’t even notice your spell striking her partner directly and effectively.<br/><br/>The girl smiles and waves shyly, stepping out of the shadows to give you a fine view, before slipping back in. She’s a half-minotaur, the hindquarters of a bull and horns to match, tucked tight against her head like a crown, with and the voluptuous body of a girl with a lot of cow-blood flowing in her veins. Two sturdy straps, little more than belts, criss-cross her chest, retaining its impressive assets but doing little to conceal them, and her abs look washboard hard. A greataxe is slung across her back, it seems she means to rely on her surprisingly delicate hands if she can. Perhaps they’d mean to capture you alive, perhaps by drugging your food, or, as seems increasingly likely, the piratical woman wearing you out in bed.<br/><br/>Soon, you’ve reached the apartment, the piratical woman guiding you upstairs, the minotaur still stealthily following along, though its clear she’s no longer trying to hide herself from you. As the piratical woman pulls you into the bedroom, you just hear the outer door click closed, and the not-too-soft tread of the minotaurs hooves as she settles down into the private lounge outside.