<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;">I do very much apologize for the delayed response; I hadn't realized people were waiting on my input for something! I'm totally fine with just about anything taking place; I follow a very clear separation of OOC and IC. While Elisia herself might find the situation distasteful, I as her player don't care. If anything, nommings are encouraged!  <img alt=":gulp:" src="./images/smilies/munch.gif" title="Eat!"/></div></div></div><br/><br/>Having since meandered back over to her feasting party members from the cart, she stared wide-eyed, taking in the sight of it all. That Anya and then later Wilnoma were addressing her initially seemed lost on the dazed woman, whose emerald eyes darted uncertainly between the lot of them.<br/><br/>Realizing that she was being addressed, the increasingly flushed half-elf dumbly nodded her head towards Anya. "I uh.. I'll just take your word for it. It's a very pragmatic view of the world at least, which I can respect. I guess I'll just try to make sure the magic is sufficiently flashy for your tastes, no pun intended." Shifting her view to Wilnomna, she shuddered involuntarily as she watched the poor archer's head vanish between those lips, manifesting as a clearly defined bulge within the beastkin's throat.<br/><br/>At her request, Elisia meekly shook her head. "Er.. maybe Anya can help you? I .. I think it'd feel wrong for me to do it." She shifted weight from one foot to the other, hands playing with each other as she watched the other half-elf gradually be drawn down the waiting esophagus, inch by inch.