<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/NxaLBd2.jpg)<br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Clothes</div><div class="spoiler_body">"dress" Tailor gives Angelique<br/>(https://images.anthropologie.com/is/image/Anthropologie/41401456_011_b?$a15-pdp-detail-shot$&amp;hei=900&amp;qlt=80&amp;fit=constrain)<br/></div></div></div><strong>Angelique (http://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=1720332)</strong><br/><em>Aasimar Sorcerer: Divine Soul 3 NG</em><br/><br/><hr/><br/>As they finish up at the Tailor's shop, she got dragged toward the Tavern and Inn and as soon as they enter, her clothes or more lack of clothing gets everyone's attention.  She stood there nervously as she looked confident and Gurlove looked threatening.  She might be out of powerful spells, but her cantrips would make the average person regret messing with her.  Although, having to appear confident helped her forget what was coming up soon.  She carried the mug of ale that Gurlove had bought for her and walked with the powerful half-orc to a back table.<br/><br/>As she went to set down, she was grabbed around the hips and dragged into Gurlove's lap, flushing as she felt the woman's firm breasts pushing against her back.  She glared at some of the people snickering.  She shifted around on Gurlove's lap, getting comfortable and sipped at her ale, taking her time as she looked around.  And she was surprised by the make up of the customers in the bar.  There were more females than males, almost 3 females per male.   She wondered whether that proportion was sustainable, she didn't remember reading about that in her history books about the prime material plane of Koklandia.  She frowned as she felt Gurlove's hand sliding over her thighs as she was held firmly in Gurlove's lap, both of them drinking the ale as they waited for room to be prepared.<br/><br/>She looked over at Gurlove and asked quietly, "Is this proportion of female to male normal? Or just something in this area?"  She wondered curiously as people generally ignored them, although sly admiring glances were cast her way and she can only imagine what they are saying about her and Gurlove.  The alcohol was relaxing her a bit and enjoyable, although it isn't like the wine they got in Heaven.  "Are we going to get dinner to?"  She asked cautiously, part of her wanting to delay the inevitable, although she didn't think it would be bad, but she didn't see Gurlove as being gentle like her other experiments were.  And her stomach was growling a bit, the beast had interrupted her dinner.