<span style="font-weight: bold">Naomi Thompson</span><br/><br/>Xarces has rolled 5 for degree of success 3, Naomi has Sexual Defence 1 and so she takes 2 sexual damage. She had 3 sexual hit points and loses 2, leaving her 1 sexual hit point remaining.<br/><br/>I shivered, lightly, at Xarces words. He was so<span style="font-style: italic">attractive</span>. So<span style="font-style: italic">dangerously</span>attractive. I couldn’t simply<span style="font-style: italic">eat</span>him, much as I wanted to, for reasons already outlined. Nor could I<span style="font-style: italic">marry</span>him, for those same reasons, and because I knew a favored vore’s beloved brother, and their powerful mother… that was the route I had to take. Xarces was<span style="font-style: italic">freeborn</span>.<br/><br/>Like me.<br/><br/>I<span style="font-style: italic">could</span>sleep with him.<br/><br/>But if it came out… if he opened his mouth… of course in<span style="font-style: italic">that</span>case I could open mine,<span style="font-style: italic">end</span>him forever, but then<span style="font-style: italic">everyone</span>(who mattered) would know what he’d said had been true.<br/><br/>He was<span style="font-style: italic">so</span>attractive.<span style="font-style: italic">So</span>dangerous.<br/><br/>Maybe he’d be eaten on<span style="font-style: italic">this</span>job, or maybe Rebecca would<span style="font-style: italic">finally</span>...<br/><br/>I’d make what use of him whilst I could, I thought, which<span style="font-style: italic">would not</span>include in bed.<br/><br/>Of course beds weren’t<span style="font-style: italic">required</span>to… I shut the idle thought down,<span style="font-style: italic">hard</span>.<br/><br/>“It’s a sorority initiation party,” I began to brief them. “Eta beta eta. New pledges eat a boy. A<span style="font-style: italic">free</span>boy. Nothing serious. Not a brother, not a boyfriend, not a girl.” I knew it was a threat. A brutal threat, in some sense. Briefing to<span style="font-style: italic">put</span>Cliff and Xarces off their game, almost deliberately… I liked him so much, but… but…<br/><br/>“Something went wrong.” I continued. “One of ‘em couldn’t do it. Words were exchanged. So the first-responders report.” The rapid-response vehicle took a corner in a scream of tyres. “Challenged or was challenged by one of the sisters to prove her tum could do the business.<span style="font-style: italic">Her</span>she could swallow, no problem - and now she can’t let or get her out. There’s witnesses to the challenge, supposedly, so there probably aren’t<span style="font-style: italic">criminal</span>charges, but both girls will be facing<span style="font-style: italic">expulsion</span>if this turns bad.” I paused. “One way or another,” I finished, half-chuckling at my little pun.<br/><br/><span style="font-weight: bold">Social attack - Naomi is deliberately trying to unnerve Xarces (and, by extension, Cliff), results 1 and 4, highest result 4, degree of success 2</span><br/><br/><br/><span style="font-weight: bold">Samantha Belweather</span><br/><br/>“Yeah, I guess a beer would be pretty out-of-place,” Samantha agrees, continuing to rub his leg with her foot, beneath the table. “Not that I dislike a beer and a stockboy, kicking back with the girls and watching the game.” She pauses. “Not that I have<span style="font-style: italic">that</span>much time away from the office. Married to my work,” she laughs.<br/><br/>“I don’t know,” she acknowledges. “More than five minutes, less than fifty. We didn’t order starters, after all, and those probably would’ve been faster to prepare…” she smiles - or mabye<span style="font-style: italic">smirks</span>“but I wanted to save room for dessert.”