<div class="floatleft">(https://pbs.twimg.com/media/EFUS_JCWkAEjgaD.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Lucien Norva (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=333483.msg15943817#msg15943817)<br/><strong>Race and Occupation:</strong>Dhampir Alchemist<br/><strong>Location &amp; Time:</strong>Generic Cave Dungeon One | Afternoon, W1D2<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Rei<br/><br/>Her shouting was revealing, enough to make him more than interested in hearing her chew him out all the way. Alas, she'd come<em>this</em>close to confirming the potion's success or failure when she cut herself off, deciding to 'play nice.' For a moment he watched her scoot off to her own corner and congratulated himself for being so right to theorize that niceness wasn't a natural trait but a learned and performed one. She was playing nice, which was apparently a 'good' thing, but in this case it was a hindrance to his research, and at the height of his potion's effectiveness at that.<br/><br/>He would give her a bit of time, he decided, simply watching the acid slowly eat through metal with a sizzle aftersmoke. But even that bit of time proved too much, as it wasn't long at all before he heard another sound escape her, much like the one he'd heard earlier. A stifled moan. Intrigued, he listened for more, ignoring a differing interest stirring further below.<br/><br/>Unfortunately the sound never came. And so he had to resolve to meet her upfront and openly about what he was sure the effects were. How odd it seemed that she would hide it so fiercely if so, but a lot of things about this new land were odd. And he was quite sure his questions could even be considered rude. But alchemical science demanded it.<br/><br/>He stood, turned and approached her, stopping after only one step in her direction. There she was, clear as day to him, masturbating in a corner with her eyes closed and mind clearly wandering. The squeeze of her hand against her full breast was enough to stir envy, and the shameless rubbing of her sex stoked a desire to do so much more.<br/><br/>With a light sigh, he walked over to her, leaning up against the old wooden desk and addressing her in a clear and firm voice. "An unintended side effect. I had a feeling this was the case." He was very prepared for any shrieking or shouting that was to follow, given the circumstances. "There is no need to feel embarrassed. In my homeland, sex and self-satisfaction are a part of everyday life. Strong affection is the embarrassing thing best kept private."<br/><br/>Standing upright again, he added, "with that said, would you prefer to finish on your own or would you like my assistance, particularly given my fault in the matter?"