<div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/gRz9qXb.png)</div><strong>Triss Kijo</strong><br/><em>The Flesh Alchemist (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=268101.msg13222817#msg13222817)</em><br/><br/><strong>Location:</strong>The Thorn & Talon, "The Chapel" - Party<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>All | Open<br/><strong>Notes:</strong>Time to go enjoy oneself<br/><hr/><br/>Vulra's sudden actions drew her attention following her own transformation.  The ripping of her clothes was one thing, but when her flesh followed Triss grinned slightly as her rather flashy transformation transitioned from human to half-orc to vampiric elf.  "I thought there was a little more to you than met the eye..." she commented before continuing on her way back out into the party room.<br/><br/>Vulra following her was perhaps surprising, and as she came up from behind to tease the Tiefling she leaned back into her body ever so slightly, tilting her head to the side as Vulra guided it so she could more easily access her neck in the vague act of vampirism.  Triss let out a little purr of delight as her lips turned with another mischievous grin.  "That it is," she agreed with the sentiment of having plenty of time to enjoy themselves before getting to work the following day.  The kisses along her neck brought little shivers to her body as her tail instinctively reached out to coil around the lower part of Vulra's thigh once again.  She almost seemed eager at the thought of having the Elf bite into her neck and drink at her blood, allowing the slightly smaller woman to move Triss around without much--if any--resistance.<br/><br/>Triss's brow first raised as Balt came over to instigate a competition between them, and not just any but one of<em>Alchemy</em>.  She seemed as if she might suddenly rebuke the idea, or at least make some boast about her abilities, but then Vulra's fingers slipped her breast just enough out of her outfit to give her a clear sight of the stiff nub of flesh--which she promptly nipped at.  Triss's tail lightly massaged Vulra's thigh like a constricting snake as she let out a low moan instead of a venomous retort to Balt.  Her bifurcated tongue slipped out to run along her lips.  "Mmm," she murmured quietly as Vulra's lips, tongue, and teeth continued to tease her, quelling the usually fiery temper of the Tiefling.<br/><br/>"A delightful, mm, idea," she eventually agreed when she seemed to finally recover enough from the Elf's teasing.  "A competition of orgiastic proportions," she added to Vulra's thought of adding more people.  She had a sense that Vulra had something in mind herself, but didn't press to find out what that might be.  Not yet anyway.