At first glance nothing was amiss, besides the heavy miasma in the air of course! A quick look revealed little Keiko didn't already see while leaving for school that morning - besides the stranger with her arms wrapped around her dad that is! She could make up any convenient story she wanted, but what she say on her way out was more than just some 'friend,' and even for a friend those shoes looked way too small and glamorous for any friend her father should be having at his age!<br/><br/>"A friend with benefits, hm?" chimed Biral playing devil's advocate. Suddenly the pounding from the walls seemed less paranormal and more... vigorous. More<em>rhythmic</em>and<em>frantic</em>. Whatever was going on, it was enough to cause one wine glass Etoile had missed sitting on the living room table to fall over, while the other remained standing with vivid lipstick on the rim mocking her!<br/><br/>But while she was scanning the room distracted, a sudden breeze blew up her skirt! Biral jumped off her shoulder in panic and hissed, screeching, "look out!" as a wiggling presence bumped up between her thighs, slid against her panties, and wrapped two jelly like, pudgy hands from around her back and right onto her tits!<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">OOC</div><div class="spoiler_body">Attacked from the shadows by a shadow! What will Etoile do? To resist and flee or counterattack, roll a 1d6 Risk die for an attack on her decency. Rolling 2 or higher means her dress is shredded raising her Indecency by 1. Or will she try something else, if she's not paralyzed with fear!</div></div>