<div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">OOC</div><div class="spoiler_body">2 Successes, I'd note that's probably Physique rather than Charm but~it's the same number of dice in this body anyway.</div></div><br/><strong>"They haven't said much, but they look like rat catchers, aye..." </strong>His eyes gazed longingly at her breasts, then her eyes, then back down to her breasts as he realized what she was doing and didn't at all mind.<br/><br/>The tavern keeper was clearly happy to see a healthy offering of breast on display.  With a devious grin and a lick of his lips he fills two more mugs with beer and turns a little too quickly to hand them to her.<br/><br/>The cold splash of booze on her tits and, swiftly, down onto her nipples--seeping into the top of her dress--was a serious wake up call.  The sensation was as spine-tingling as it was decidedly real.<br/><br/><strong>"Take these over and I'm sure they'd be happy to talk to a generous lass like yourself,"</strong>he said, making open eyes at her ample bosom.<strong>"Just be mindful your old man don't see.  They can be a handsy lot."</strong>The innkeep tossed the pouch in his hand to weigh it, then peered inside.<strong>"Aye, I'll keep him busy awhile in the stables, but not forever.  Go on now."</strong>He shoo'd her with one hand while his other stowed the silver on his person.<br/><br/>The adventurers were, for their part, very interested to see a buxom lass with two more beers approaching them.  The alcohol itself smelled of turpentine and frothed mightily, the slick bit splashed on her already drying a little as she crossed the room towards them.  They all took in the sway of her breasts and swing of her hips as she approached.<br/><br/><strong>"What do we have here?" </strong>the woman in leather armour asked, leaning forward with her elbow on the table in the way that let a little<em>creak </em>off as the leather squished her boobs.<strong>"Well Tormund, do you think she's a threat too?"</strong>The dwarf barked inarticulately at the woman, who giggled at his response.  But the dwarf's eyes were soon on her again, a rakish gaze, taking in Syndella's--Yvolta's--body, drinking deeply from hard-fixed eyes set like rough-hewn diamonds into the firm rock of Tormund's face.<br/><br/><strong>"I sense nothing amiss with this one,"</strong>said the cloaked woman.  From this perspective Syndella could tell that the cloaked woman had an ethereal complexion, impossibly beautiful--like in many video-games--but decidedly more real here, modeled down to the tiniest of details.<strong>"She does not carry the taint of--"</strong><br/><br/><strong>"Wow there,"</strong>the man in metal armour held up an open hand, hushing the ethereal woman.<strong>"Let's not rush to scare off this pretty lady.  Say, ma'am, you don't look like you're from around here.  Why don't you pull up in my lap, share a drink, and tell us a tale?"</strong><br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Syndella</div><div class="spoiler_body"><strong>Real Name:</strong> Callie Liddle<br/><strong>Handle:</strong> Syndella<br/><br/><strong>Pain Profile:</strong> Neutral<br/><strong>Fetish Profile:</strong><br/>- Adultery / Cheating<br/>- Monsters<br/>- The Male Gaze<br/>- Contrasts - i.e. Ugly Men on Hot Women<br/>- Lecherous old men<br/>- Seduction<br/>- Undead<br/>- Demons<br/><br/><strong>Infections:</strong> Clean<br/><strong>Soul Integrity:</strong> 100%<br/><br/><strong>Equipment:</strong> VRR Pod (+2 dice for body-jacking attempts)<br/><br/><strong>Soul:</strong> 5/5 <br/>-:Force: 2<br/>-:Defense: 1<br/>-:Sense: 3</div></div><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Current Body</div><div class="spoiler_body"><strong>Mind</strong> 3/3<br/>-:Knowledge: 1<br/>-:Deception: 1<br/>-:Charm: 3<br/><br/><strong>Body</strong> 4/4<br/>-:Power: 1<br/>-:Speed: 2<br/>-:Physique: 3<br/><br/><strong>Equipment</strong>: Lowcut Dress (+2 dice for flashing boobies)<br/>Pouch of Silver<br/></div></div>