<div class="floatright">(https://cdn.discordapp.com/attachments/998723462564683908/1000165806690291843/IMG_3034.jpg)<br/><div align="center"><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Namira Laurent</div><div class="spoiler_body"><strong>Daddy's Girl Invoked</strong>: [ ]<br/><strong>Heartbreaker Invoked</strong>: [ ]<br/><strong>Ishtar's Pride and Joy Invoked</strong>: [ ]<br/><strong>Legend:</strong> 1/1<br/><br/>[ ] Bruised <br/>[ ] Injured<br/>[ ] Maimed<br/>[ ] Taken Out<br/><br/><strong>Conditions:</strong><br/></div></div></div></div><strong>Location:</strong>On the ferry<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Open<br/><hr/><br/>"If you can boil this much water, I might be impressed enough to offer you a kissed," Namira commented with a small, teasing smile on her face.  "Oh, good, it does have a brain."  Then Daolong explained the task to them, causing the dark haired beauty to grimace in disgust, which then morphed into a scowl that didn't honestly belong on such a pretty face.  "That... heathen!  Maybe we should strip<em>her</em>hide, see how she enjoys getting a taste of such treatment!"  The wrathful side of her parentage on full display again, the child of Ishtar looked ready to chew iron and spit nails.  "If one of you would volunteer to hold her down, I'd be more than happy to be the one using the knife."  She didn't look like she was joking about that.