Sliding down the wall felt exquisite and the shuddering spasms that followed nearly swept her under a wave of euphoria. Tandi's nerves were electrified and every time she moved it felt as if she were learning how to touch and feel all over again. The air kissed her skin like little bubbles of champagne, the thought of taking a bubble bath while hopped up on this poison frightened her, she might end up mad feeling the infinite pleasure of so many bubbles popping all over her.  As Tandi let her hands wander at all the new sensations of touch, the ring on her hand wandered as well. When she slid over her breasts, the little tendrils would coil around a nipple, caressing a new playmate. When she moved her hand, she felt resistance, as if it wanted to stay there, momentarily indecisive whether it wanted to remain on her finger or keep teasing her flushed tit. Ultimately, it would choose to remain on her finger, until it found a nipple, or her navel, and repeat the whole behavior again. When Tandi pushed her hand to her aching slip, the tendrils sprang forth to play with her sugary lips along with her fingers. It began wriggling within her, trying to figure out what made Tandi squirm. She could try to move her hand away, but like outside at the cairn stones, she found her hand was thoroughly held between her legs, she would just have to ride it out until the tentacled ring was finished exploring her tight walls and leaving her thoroughly drenched. When Tandi could move her hand freely again, it languidly coiled around her ring finger again. Was it bigger now? Thicker? She could feel contentment from it as it lovingly caressed her knuckles again.<br/><br/>It took a while for the poison to subside, the comedown was damn near a vertical drop off a canyon wall and she would be glad to be so close to the tomb floor. Before, she could tell with exacting precision the minute ridges of paint on the textured walls, but now... everything felt hollow... gauzy. She felt exhausted from damn near redlining her nerves for so long. Worse though, she felt a black thirst. It was something that she knew she wouldn't be able to quench with water, or a fine wine. Tandi recoiled in a cold sweat from the needle on top of the box as she realized she had almost stuck herself again, but on purpose. Whatever this poison was, it had dug its talons in her and hopefully it would let her go sooner than later.<br/><br/>Looking around the corridor again, Tandi would notice that the lever in the box had done something. Ley lines and runic symbols traced along the ceiling and emitted a dimmed light down the nearly one hundred foot long corridor. She could see more frescoes all the way down the walls, the floor kept the same winding red path on green flooring, but at the end of it, she thought she could see a yawning face with horns take up most of the wall.<br/><br/><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">Tandi did ride out the poison, but it wasn't very restful.<br/>The poison has also left its mark on her.<br/>It now takes a CON save vs DC 18 to resist Slaaneshi Tears<br/><br/></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div>