<div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Status = Staggering away, a little hope creeping back in</div><div class="spoiler_body">In "microbreastplate" with lovely skirt and nipples exposed (AC+6, max +4 dex bonus, armor check penalty -2, 15% arcane spell failure)<br/>(Armor training, Arcane armor training (requires swift action to reduce spell failure chance, included above))<br/>Nipple hoops (AC+4)<br/>AC 24 (touch 22, flat-footed 20, -2 against improvised weapons)<br/>SR 19 (Spell Resistance, miniskirt)<br/>HP 86/105<br/>CMB: 9<br/>CMD: 23 (10 + Base + Dex) (21 against dirty tricks, Naive)<br/><br/>Spells remaining: 6 of 7 1st, 2 of 6 2nd, 3 of 4 3rd<br/>Without bonded object, need Concentration (+10 vs. DC = 20 + spell level) to cast<br/>Longbow +1<br/></div></div><br/>Rayne let out a satisfied grunt when the key turned easily, and slipped into the store-room, partially closing the door behind her but not locking it for the moment.  The dwarves had cleaned up... which was just as well; the important thing was that the chests were still there.  And now there was a bucket - but too unclean to consider using for the major clean-up that Rayne needed after the fiasco in the arena.<br/><br/>She fell to her knees in front of her chest, pulling the picks from inventory - such a good thing she'd decided to take this equipment into the fight with her!  Her trusty Masterwork tools were just what she needed, and in trice her lock sprang open... and an ominous glow flared up above it, on the lid of her chest.  "Drat!  Th... oooh!    Ohhhhhh...."  Her knees pressed together, but there was nothing physically there, no way to stop the sensation applied directly, magically, to her clitoris - still suffering the ravages of her earlier abuse, the little button swelled immediately, wetness somehow rising up anew... "Oh, god, not again..."<br/><br/>She tried to hold it off... now was not the time to give in to the pleasure, though it was so... so pleasureable.  Too pleasureable by far, for the ravaged half-elf.  She let out a cry, then a louder one, her hands diving under her miniskirt as if she could somehow pull the vibrations away from herself... then her fingers instead pressed against her, adding a different stimulus to the one already pushing her over the edge.  The trap had apparently been planned with someone just like her in mind... and now her hips were rocking, mostly out of her control, as the orgasm grew, and stayed, magically sustained in a way no doubt designed to make a would-be thief a helpless puddle in the hands of the guards.<br/><br/>Still she could gather her gear, scooping it more-or-less automatically once the lid was raised.  And it was so good to have her own precious bow back in her grasp, and her quiver automatically re-equipped... the "borrowed" magical longbow was quickly unstrung and stuffed into the magical quiver for later.<br/><br/>But... Rayne could barely open her eyes to even read Sylvia's name on the other chest.  But surely the lock was similar... if she could just focus...<br/><br/>But what she really wanted was to rub herself... one treacherous hand gripped her breast, then pinched a swollen nipple where it jutted through her magical hoops, and Rayne moaned again.  She could stagger away... but no, surely she owed it to Sylvia to retrieve the elf's equipment.<br/><br/>Forcing her hands to fumble with the picks instead of trying to push them inside herself in some crazed attempt to push the climax higher and so perhaps end it, Rayne flopped against Sylvia's chest, tongue flicking out in a mad urge to taste the metal strap by the lock.  "Oh god oh god oh god..."   Maybe it was stupid to risk another trap - the same or different, she couldn't know... but if she left this behind now, she couldn't imagine the pursuing monsters would let her return.  Finding the thought of being caught terribly delicious, but terrifying, Rayne pushed the first pick into the lock, trying to feel the sensitive tumblers through the pulsing pleasure consuming her.<br/><br/>Of course it was far harder... the lock was in fact similar to the previous one, but that counted for little when Rayne's mind was rapidly turning to pudding, her usually-dextrous fingers spasming and yearning to grip something other than these thin steel picks.  She would succeed, eventually... and she just hoped there would be no further consequence from any trap.<br/><br/>She still had to, somehow, stagger her way out, and find "the boss's" room!  She could hardly go down into the arms/tentacles/whatever of the monsters surely at the bottom of the ramp now.  But hopefully Starstrike could help, somehow.....<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">rolls &amp; OOC</div><div class="spoiler_body">Looking through the stat block I see I've been forgetting the arcane spell failure chance lately - sorry I'm such a cheater!<br/><br/>TU spent: 0 opening Rayne's chest, 1 (I think) opening Sylvia's, so... 2 TU left?<br/>She's not changing outfits now!<br/><br/>Disable Device (Rayne's chest): 1d20a9 DC: 25 Result: 24 (https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=95208) +2 for MW tools = 26 ha!  Victory from the padlocked jaws of defeat.<br/>Fortitude: 1d20a8 DC: 20 Result: 9 (https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=95209) A '1', why am I not surprised?  It's these dwarven halls, I tell ya!<br/>Disable Device (Sylvia's): 1d20a7 DC: 25 Result: 19 (https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=95210) fair enough<br/><br/>I didn't take any rolls for the 2nd trap, if any... who knows, perhaps the skirt will pay off!  If not, well... we'll see, I guess!<br/></div></div>