<div class="floatright">(https://i.imgur.com/xWvVE62.jpg)</div><div align="center"><strong><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 14pt;">Hectavia Koth (https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=1743167)</span></strong><br/>________________________</div><br/>It began with a few twinges of warmth, easily dismissed in the hot climate. But as Hectavia lay in wait, the sensations blossomed into an insidious, cloying lust. She was painfully aware of it in every breath she took as her sensitive breasts brushed the thin, dark fabric of her gown. The epicentre was between the tiefling's legs, though. There, she felt herself growing wet, hot and lustful.<br/><br/>A grimace crossed Hectavia's haughty face. The dilemma before her brought only displeasure, odd considering the feelings within her.<em>The damnable fruit,</em>she thought venomously. She had her choice: relieve herself or endure.<em>I'll not be beaten by a berry,</em>the warlock decided. She held her ground against the aphrodisiac, but at great cost. She holds her horned head, shaking it side to side in a fruitless attempt to clear it.<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">That was a 13 on the Con save to resist. She's Poisoned. She's going to immediately start the process of a short rest, so if she's not interrupted in the next hour, it'll clear.</div></div>