<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;"><span style="font-weight: bold">(for Jules)</span><br/><br/>“As it happens,” the girl smirks, “I’m a divine creation - and <span style="font-style: italic">now</span> I see why <span style="font-style: italic">I</span> got <span style="font-style: italic">you</span>,” she whispers, pressing up tight against him, as dark smoke rolls obscuringly about them, as if her proposition to a shy lover has been accepted. “See, my little sisters were created in this moment, mayfly lives lived only to be devoured by your companions. It’s their destiny, and they’re entirely willing to live it to its end. They can worm their way down <span style="font-style: italic">any</span> throat, even the tightest and most inexperienced - and if your friends prefer to be eaten instead of doing the eating, they can handle that, too.” She smirks, circling you, her breath hot against your neck. “Me?” She continues, hands resting on your shoulders, fingernails sharp and long as claws, “I’m the one who deals with <span style="font-style: italic">unwilling</span> meals,” she continues. “All you have to do,” she whispers, “is squirm on the way down. Can you do that for me?”[/quote]</div></div></div><br/><br/><br/><span style="font-weight: bold">Jules Brighteye</span><br/><br/>With a drop of sweat rolling down his forehead, he looks towards his fellow party members:<br/>"Guys, I am having a bit of a trouble here, anyone?"<br/>But it would seem that the others have more then enough to deal with their own shadowy girls. Not to mention the smoke obscuring him from the view of the others.<br/>"Miss, I am sure that you would love to eat me, but I am sure that you got some divine matters to attend to, and I got some artifacts to deliver to a guy I really don't recall the name of, so if you don't mind, I`m just going to take my leave here..."<br/>He tried to move out from her grasp, but it seemed that her hands was holding him in place at his shoulders.