<strong>"You demand your body be returned?"</strong>Maeve snorted derisively.<strong>"What codswallop is this girl? Has too much cock turned you simple minded?"</strong><br/><br/>The tavern keeper didn't look at all impressed by her serveant's attempt to look imposing. Though Ivy was a shade taller than her mistress, Maeve was heavier built and her career as a rogue had given her a fair experiance of bar room brawling and dirty fighting. Ivy still being stark naked didn't help her cause either, though wide hipped and large breasted her physique was slender and waiflike.<br/><br/>When Ivy took a step towards Maeve and took on a belligerant stance Maeve reached the end of her temper.<br/><br/><strong>"If that's the way you want to act this morning missy then you are soon going to regret it."</strong>Maeve promised.<strong>"Spare the rod and spoil the slut as the saying goes. Let's see how uppity you still are after you've been across my knee and that backside is red as beetroot."</strong><br/><br/>Maeve lunged suddenly at Ivy, attempting to grab her hair.<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body">Roll Result: Polymorph rolled: 1d20<br/>Comment: <br/>Result: 1, <br/>Total: 1</div></div><br/>In her haste to seize hold of Ivy, Maeve failed to take account of her surroundings. The usually agile ex rogue trips over a rug as she lunges forward and sprawls over the bed.<br/><br/>