<em>There was a strange intensity felt by Delia in her dream state. She wasn't sure what it was, but it seemed to be affecting her mental state, making her even more distracted. Trying to fight through the confusion she found herself unwilling to flee any further from the beast following her. If she was to make a stand, here would be fine. Spotting the wooden stumplike alter, a sudden thought hit her, that having high ground would be important. So,disregarding the dangers that such an alter potentially presented, she climbed atop it to prepare to face her foe. </em><br/><br/>Delia's situation was dire, and the worst part was how unaware she was of the dangers approaching. It's almost embarrassing how easy it was to take her unaware; she had relied on the Count wanting to present a good public image that she never considered he might move against her immediately. And now she was bound in an awkward position while the cultists brought forth a bestial...thing, something that clearly meant bad news for the trapped inquisitor. Her only response was another soft cry as the newcomer, the man in the gold trim, crudely groped between her legs, teasing her like no man has done before, her wetness easily noted as his fingers pressed in.<br/><br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Delia Corbeanu</div><div class="spoiler_body">(https://thumb.ibb.co/fuc8Ro/30fbd43781f5d2d5f0e51e696e63b06a_gothic_fantasy_art_fantasy_women.jpg) (https://ibb.co/fuc8Ro)<br/>Health: 3/4<br/>Pleasure: 4/5<br/>Anal Virgin?: Y<br/>Oral Virgin?: Y<br/>Vaginal Virgin?: Y<br/><br/>PERCEPTION: 1/2<br/>(technology): 0<br/>Investigate:  3<br/>Truesight:  2<br/>Detect:  1<br/><br/>BODY: 0/2<br/>(gaia): 0<br/>Melee:  3<br/>Fuck:  1<br/>Resist:  2<br/><br/>CHARISMA: 0/3<br/>(corruption): 0<br/>Diplomacy:  1<br/>Spellcraft:  2<br/>Willpower:  3</div></div>