<div class="floatleft"><div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/IDwkSA1.jpg)</div></div><br/>Natasha Drozdov<br/>AC: 13 (+3 Dex)<br/>HP: 18/18<br/>Conditions: Poisoned<br/><hr/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Passing out to Short Rest</div><div class="spoiler_body">Nat will not try to stay awake, and spends 2 HD on the short rest<br/>At 2020-11-30 17:59:23, schnookums (uid: 830) rolls: 1d4 Result: 1 (https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=150927)<br/>At 2020-11-30 17:59:47, schnookums (uid: 830) rolls: 2d8 Result: 13 (https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=150928)</div></div><br/><br/>Even in her dazed state Natasha could feel the intensity build, the grunting man atop her plunging deep within her until he finally reached his peak. A small gasp escaped her as she could feel herself tighten up around him while his seed spurted deep inside of her.  Soon that intensity faded, the man having spent himself, leaving them both panting and exhausted as he held her close. Her vision was still blurry and she really could only feel what he was doing, unsure of the features of her "lover" as he kissed her deeply, her responses still sluggish. It would seem that this took all of the energy she possessed, and her brief moment of wakefulness quickly faded back to black...<br/><hr/><br/>Once more Natasha will find herself returning to the land of the living. This time she was a bit more aware, and that meant the soreness of her recent ordeals hit her that much harder. Groaning in pain she looked to the face of a woman she had never met, who had apparently been comforting her as she slept. "Where am I?" she rasped out, her mouth dry and voice hoarse. "Who're you?"<br/><br/>The conversation that would follow would not be very encouraging, to put things mildly. It seemed insane, but the pains of her recent endeavors would make it very clear this wasn't a dream nor a hallucination. Despite how fantastical it all was, there was a sense of...realness to it all. What they did to her after her capture was a stark reminder of that all. Still, she managed to keep it together as Faizah explained things to her, even when she made it clear that this was to be her new life. There was a moment of panic when she mentioned pregnancy and the prevention therein, being reminded of her recent defloration<em>"Am I going to get pregnant?"</em>she wonders anxiously...there was a mention of prevention, but that was a sin, wasn't it?<br/><br/>There was little she could do about it now though. By now she's managed to sit up without too much dizziness, although Natasha was certain that walking was out of the question for the moment. "Thank you Faizah for...explaining all this to me. It's...a lot to take in." she says. Before the conversation could continue Natasha's attention was drawn to the pale haired woman who joined them. Another slave, she guessed, and she wasn't entirely certain if the moniker of "Atlantean Princess" was meant to be ironic or not. It suddenly struck Natasha that if Faizah and Senfra were wearing practically nothing...she looked down at herself and realized she wasn't wearing anything either. Feeling very self conscious she crossed her arms over her chest while she continued to talk. "I appreciate you giving me a choice...I'll take your advice and allow Senfra to help me." she replies. Her true reasoning goes beyond what she thinks Senfra can offer her...Faizah had made it clear there was no escape, which was something Natasha refused to accept. Perhaps Senfra would be more sympathetic than a longtimer like Faizah was...