Taking a look at the seedy place and smiling to myself, licking my lips at the chance of doing some real good here messing with people and kissing girls and other nefarious activities. Wondering if my fame and power has stretched this far down into the complex as I spot the tattoo artist and scamper over with my booty. Seeing the big breasted slut and casually casting suggestion on her, telling her how much of a good idea it would be to walk into a stockade and lock herself in it.<br/><br/>Leaving her to her fate while dumping the coins and what coins I have left over in my extra dimensional pocket located in the anklet, plus the old +2 dexterity nipple rings. Standing there all proud and sexy as I yell out,<strong>"I need a magical tattoo to help me get out of grapples! Men just think that they can pin me down and rape me, which is hardly fun at all!"</strong>Blushing and pouting at him while demanding this and flapping my wings, shapechanging to a small frame so the belt slides off of my hips and clangs to the ground. Getting back up to normal size as I pout at him even harder than any mortal girl could possibly pout at!<br/><br/>http://www.d20pfsrd.com/magic-items/wondrous-items/wondrous-items/r-z/shirto