Rummsprig lies there dazed, large quantities of drool seeming from her mouth as her long tongue lolls about limply. She takes the pleasure, moaning as she slowly becomes more and more fatigued, but still enjoying every single touch and movement Ancalagon makes. Eventually, though, she weakly begs him to stop.<br/><br/>(She takes another point of temporary Wis damage and is also<em>Fatigued</em>)