Astraotte eep'd, jumping backwards. She'd finally,<em>finally</em>found people! And they were being jerks! It was enough to make her want to harrumph and stomp her foot, so she did.<strong>"H-hey! That's no way to treat a lady!"</strong>she flapped her wings, tossing her hair back as she did (ignoring the twig that flew off her head) and used her most imperious glare on the swordsman. When that didn't work she took another step back, putting her hand up.<strong> "My name's, uh, Astra! I'm a bard! I saw the light and I was lost and look! I can prove it!"</strong><br/><br/>With that she started to dance, swaying her hips from side to side and starting to hum. The shibari rope dug into her side and she knew she was filthy, but she had pride! Besides, even with the dirt she knew she looked<em>incredible</em>. Astraotte cupped her breasts, lifting them up against the too-tight ropes and setting the little bells to jingling as she worked through the dance. And the spell.<strong>"Won't you be my friends?"</strong><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">Spellsong to conceal the casting of Mass Charm Person, targeting the three around the fire. DC23 will save, observers have to beat my Perform check with a Perception/Sense Motive check to notice I cast.<br/><br/>Roll Result: Astraotte rolled: 1d20, adding 26 to the total<br/>Comment: Perform dance check to Spellsong<br/>Result: 4, <br/>Total: 30</div></div>