<br/><strong>Adventurer Info</strong><br/><div class="floatright">(https://i.postimg.cc/wxtpNtWG/E6573864-230-D-4289-92-CB-771749046-C9-A.jpg)</div><strong>Name: </strong>Poppindale Mintwell<br/><strong>Race/Class: </strong>Human/Cleric<br/><br/>While most people would likely be disturbed by things poking and prodding them while they slept, Poppy was usually getting molested while she was half asleep. On most days ending in “y” her sleeping companion might wake up and remember that they were being charged by the hour whether they were conscious or not. At that point, adding on another ten minutes for some additional pinch and squeal was just being a wise shopper.<br/><br/>She only opened her eyes as the cold stone skidded underneath her bare ass. Poppy’s grogginess vanished as she stared between the valley of her breasts at the tentacle that was dragging her to almost certain death and molestation. Her eyes glowed briefly as she almost called down the divine favor to command the beast, when she realized that she didn’t speak tentacle monster, so most likely her command would fall on deaf ears… assuming it had ears.<br/><br/>She searched her memory for what kind of beast it was and if it had any weaknesses (Nature Check: 16) while looking around herself desperately to see if any of her gear was in reach. Poppindale wouldn’t have been as panicked if she was armed or armored, but with the protection that one by four inch strip of barely there lavender lace her thong provided, she felt her teeth and her sphincter clench as she was dragged closer.<br/><br/>As she flailed, Poppy tried a hail Mary, shouting to the weird yellow men, “<strong>Hey! If you guys could help, I’d make it worth your while!</strong>” She wasn’t sure they spoke common either, but she was rapidly running out of options that wouldn’t get messy one way or the other.