<em>There was a moment of confusion now that she was faced with so many choices. At first her desire was to investigate the vortex, but...some part of her tells her she should keep moving, that she didn't have time to waste on this. A normal person would then choose to go any direction  BUT north...but she was an inquisitor, and if there was something that needed to be dealt with it was her calling to do so. She didn't charge forward, but she still headed north to discover what was making that sound.</em><br/><br/>A small sigh escaped her lips as her drowsing formed continued to get molested by the strange masked men. She shifted ever so slightly as one of them planted a lewd kiss at her more intimate regions, only her undergarments offering any modesty down there. Still deeply asleep, there's no other response on her part as the second figure pressed his lips to her neck.<br/><br/>Freed from both armor and the padding and clothing beneath said armor, her breasts would spring free, showing that what she was concealing beneath her chestplate was...rather immodest. There was almost nothing left to preserve her modesty, and she was still trapped in her dream...<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Delia Corbeanu</div><div class="spoiler_body">(https://thumb.ibb.co/fuc8Ro/30fbd43781f5d2d5f0e51e696e63b06a_gothic_fantasy_art_fantasy_women.jpg) (https://ibb.co/fuc8Ro)<br/>Health: 3/4<br/>Pleasure: 2/5<br/>Anal Virgin?: Y<br/>Oral Virgin?: Y<br/>Vaginal Virgin?: Y<br/><br/>PERCEPTION: 1/2<br/>(technology): 0<br/>Investigate:  3<br/>Truesight:  2<br/>Detect:  1<br/><br/>BODY: 0/2<br/>(gaia): 0<br/>Melee:  3<br/>Fuck:  1<br/>Resist:  2<br/><br/>CHARISMA: 0/3<br/>(corruption): 0<br/>Diplomacy:  1<br/>Spellcraft:  2<br/>Willpower:  3</div></div>