"Naaagghh." Viloet let out dumbly as she was caught by surprise. There was a hint of witness forming between her legs as she buckled over, grabbing the table again as her knees were forced together and her gaze went up to the cieling. Not just her breasts and clit, but ears, too! Her weakness.<br/><br/>She looked over at Terrance. He must the one behind this, offering some prayer to that statue or something. That manipulative pervert! No, she wouldn't give him the satisfaction of bending her to his will in this, at least among other satisfactions.<br/><br/>If Viloet Hornblower had any talents of practical use in adventuring, it was the almost innate knowledge of story-telling conventions and themes inherent in tales similiar to her own. Normally, this insight is the favored realm of bards, storytellers by profession. Yet while they may readily expose the villianous chamberlain by way of his conspicuous goatee, Viloet's knowledge was of an entirely different sort altogether.<br/><br/>It had never had much practical use in actually enabling the halfling to escape the almost chronic perversion of her life, but at least it was never unexpected. Still, despite all the warning signs, there was that tiny voice in her head, begging for attention. The goddess was wreaking havoc upon her sensitive body, and if vaginas could talk, Vilo's would be ever so tactfully screaming,<span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 8pt;">'I WANT SOMETHING IN MEH!!!!'</span><br/><br/>"Uhhm.." The halfling stammered, her eyes darting back and forth between the two lecherous men, "I think.. I, uh, missed a spot dusting back at the library. Yeah... That's it."<br/><br/>She pointed over to the stairwell and side-stepped away as politely as she could manage, offering a wide grin under furrowed eyebrows.