<span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 14pt;"><strong>Arachne, the White Recluse, Oracle of Lolth</strong> (http://www.myth-weavers.com/sheetview.php?sheetid=441080)</span><br/><br/><strong>HP:</strong>171/171<br/><strong>AC:</strong>35 (flat 20, touch 25)<br/><strong>Status:</strong>Normal, Nude (Unarmoured, Jewelry)<br/><strong>Effects:</strong>None<br/><br/><hr/><br/>Arachne listened carefully to Lord Khezdan's terms, weighting every word before making her decision.<span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: comic sans ms;"><strong>"I accept these terms"</strong></span>she said while slowly approaching closer to the bed in a very sensual manner.  Her jet black segmented legs began to reach up towards Khezdan's towering body.<br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: comic sans ms;"><strong>"I suppose this is enough business for now....so let us celebrate our new partnership. Grand me what I wished for as a bridal gift and  lets seal the deal by enjoying each others company for the remainder of your stay."  </strong> </span>Arachne continued while slowly climbing up against the demons mighty chest until her eyes were face to face with his. Her hands were already starting to carress her own body,as if to seduce the demon even further as she awaited his response.