<div class="floatleft">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/564x/6a/bd/aa/6abdaae185d09fccd9d98303baa7288f.jpg)</div><strong>Gillie Pussyfoot (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=267889.msg13211389#msg13211389)</strong><br/><em>Gnome Rogue 1</em><br/><strong>Status</strong>: Normal<br/><strong><strong>HP</strong></strong>8<strong>AC</strong>14<br/><strong>PP</strong>11<br/><hr/><br/>"Is that so, beautiful?  Maybe we should get together and discuss what other treats you like in the morning, hm?"  She smiled at the pretty brunette and moved closer to nimbly lever herself up and into her lap, taking Huevar's place without an ounce of shame.  Nestling in to the available cushion, she glanced at Huevar and smirked, looking rather smug in her comfy seat.  Her eyes flicked to the newly arrived pair, glancing from Gustavo to Belladonna.<br/><br/>Her cocked brow and half-smirk seemed more a resting rogue-face than any indications of her thoughts on the breezy Sylph with the inflated ego, or the airhead with the squirrels.  She was probably too distracted by her pretty throne to bother thinking much of them at all, if her head tilting back into pillowy breasts and her eyes rolling back to gaze up at the lovely face was any indications.<br/><br/>"I'll bet you sing far sweeter than you play, my dear.  Do you know any lullabys?"