Delia used her intuition and investigative skills to ID the path to Count Lactus's third-story study.  Up a winding master staircase, down a long hallway lined with hunting trophies and lavish paintings of nature scenes, Delia managed to outpace any would-be pursuers and reach a heavy set of oak doors.  The scent here was striking--not perfumed or airy but like a den or lair of some creature, there was a<em>musk </em>to it.  Elongated bones for handles, the door was ever-so-slightly ajar.<br/><br/>"Yes, well, I left her down there with the acolytes.  She's probably been fucked in every hole already.  I know, I know that's not ideal."  It was the man in gold trim, certainly Count Lactus, conversing with some sort of blue orb--like suspended water--held between rotating bands of gold and silver.  It was clearly some sort of heretical device.  A strange voice rung out from it, muddled, as if under water.<br/><br/><em>"Well, you need to do something about her.  We can't have a fucking inquisitor getting in the way--the <strong>Lupa Noctis</strong> us almost upon us!"</em><br/><br/>Delia wait out here with (presumably) guards on patrol who might spot her, or take more direct action by entering the room--it seemed unlikely she could get in the door without alerting the Count, however.<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: 4/5<br/>Anal Virgin?: Y<br/>Oral Virgin?: Y<br/>Vaginal Virgin?: N<br/><br/>PERCEPTION: 0/2<br/>(technology): 0<br/>Investigate:  3<br/>Truesight:  2<br/>Detect:  1<br/><br/>BODY: 0/2<br/>(gaia): 3<br/>Melee:  3<br/>Fuck:  1<br/>Resist:  2<br/><br/>CHARISMA: 1/3<br/>(corruption): 1<br/>Diplomacy:  1<br/>Spellcraft:  2<br/>Willpower:  3</div></div>