<strong>Lionel Porter<br/>Time; Evening, Day 1<br/>Location; Lionel’s Dormitory<br/>Tagged; Giselle &amp; Zamara</strong><br/><br/>Now, Lionel did expect some sort of sentient being, i.e. a slime woman, a very curvy slime woman, quite slender, but he didn't expect the sudden temper from her. What took him by further surprise was the being coming onto him, clinging onto his chest. Lionel looked into the girl's eyes with an uneasy grin, nervously laughing because, well, he was with a woman and now another one was demanding, at least from what he imagined, to join into the fray, hence the payment the slimey being was taking about. What made his uneasy grin grow further was when Giselle had changed herself back to normal save the fangs to be more aggresive, blood suckers, to which Lionel gazed to the drow. Giselle decided to confront the, well, confrontational slime as she herself demanded to return to the bathtub, asking the slime to leave. Lionel did notice the two were back in the tub, and could hint a slight notion of jealousy in Giselle's voice, but Lionel had to try and ease the conflict. "Listen to me, please." Lionel finally spoke up, his arms by the edge of the tub determined not to touch the slime girl despite the very awkwardly placed legs. "You two must calm down, I'll try resolve this peacefully. Now, slime, I must inform you that though you claim this is your bed, I've lived in this room for four years; I can assure you...wait, that...it wasn't you who-?" You see, Lionel recalled a few times when he had bathed and it seemed more...more stimulating than the norm for him at least. "How long have you lived here? Ah, nevermind. Giselle, I don't suppose we could just hear out the slime for a moment..." Lionel then turned his gaze away from the slime, closing his eyes as he said "And can you please stop touching me like that?" though his member told a very different story to his own words.