"Oooohhhhh~" Charlotte somehow, *somehow* managed to stumble to her feet, fumbling her armor back on as she watched the goo warily- She felt *heavier*, oddly enough, a light stab of panic coursing through her as she remembered that *orb* it'd tried to fit into her...Had she managed to pull away in time? A low chuckle welled up from deep within her, as the knight realized that it'd have *competition*...Before this, she'd fucked an *ogre* and a satyr, after all, either one of which could as *likely* be the father~<br/><br/>She shook her head, banishing that sensual fantasy- Her shortsword in hand, she prepared to step warily *past* the goo, her weapon at the ready to fend off any questing tentacles...She'd light another torch from her pack, too, the better to encourage it to keep it's distance!