<div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Status = futanari, satisfied</div><div class="spoiler_body">In "microbreastplate" with lovely skirt and nipples exposed (AC+6, max +4 dex bonus, armor check penalty -2, 15% arcane spell failure)<br/>(Armor training, Arcane armor training (requires swift action to reduce spell failure chance, included above))<br/>Nipple hoops (AC+4)<br/>AC 24 (touch 22, flat-footed 20, -2 against improvised weapons)<br/>SR 19 (Spell Resistance, miniskirt)<br/>HP 86/105<br/>CMB: 9<br/>CMD: 23 (10 + Base + Dex) (21 against dirty tricks, Naive)<br/><br/>TU = 2<br/><br/>Spells remaining: 6 of 7 1st, 2 of 6 2nd, 3 of 4 3rd<br/></div></div><br/>Rayne lay folded over top of Doggie, slowly recovering, slowly slipping back a little... she felt weak in the knees, quite drained, but wonderfully satisfied.  She grinned, hand stroking down the half-bound slave's side, then shifted over to get the tail out from between them.  Her eyebrows lowered, and she looked up, then around... they were barely moving, so why was the table still rocking?  Except it wasn't... it moved as she shifted, and tapped the wall gently, but the thumping was louder, more irregular... and from directly behind her.<br/><br/>Eyes opening with realization, she pushed up to her feet - not so easy - and turned, staring toward the door.  Why... of course!  She had completely forgotten the pursuit... but no doubt the monsters had had little difficulty in finding the right room, merely by selecting the one door with crashing and screaming behind it!  And then her name was called, and she looked up, as if Starstrike would be somehow coming through the ceiling.<br/><br/>Rayne staggered over to the bed and grabbed her bow again, before responding, speaking loudly, to no place in particular: "Yes... yes, Starstrike?  Where are you?"  She began looking at the room, trying to identify the source of the voice.  If it were really in the wardrobe, she'd try opening that... hopefully she could open things, even if she couldn't take or smash them.  And if it was from somewhere else... perhaps there was another exit?<br/><br/>She glanced back at the door... thankfully locked, but... she sure hoped there was another way out!<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">OOC</div><div class="spoiler_body">Perhaps I shouldn't say it, but she was already at "2 TU" ... though they were long, slow TU, somehow different than the TU from when she was first exploring this place.  Perhaps these are fast/short ones again?<br/></div></div>