<div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/c/c8/Phelypsis.jpg)</div>Phelypsis was a little bit relieved, though her body expressed its disappointment in Sydney’s withdrawal by continuing to keep her naughty bits erect. The little red eyed human girl looked so sorry when she apologized. Taste of what? Phelypsis could only think of Sydney having wanted to sex with her. She had not asked or dared to think of it really. They had shared a lewd moment or two (or more like couple dozen) while adventuring together, but never really fucked on purpose, though she had had more than a few dreams where they did. A vivid image of that slender sorceress hugging one of her thighs almost as thick as the sorceress' body while scissoring her flashed past Phelypsis’ mind. Just in time for Sydney to grab her in a gentle hug. Somehow her shameful thoughts made it into words, “N-no it’s okay…  You like to play around, and that's good. But...  ah... I mean maybe not right n-”<br/><br/>The man’s loud and rude words broke Phelypsis from the moment and washed out at least good half of the mood from the room. Her eyebrows furrowed into looking slightly disappointed as she looked at him. She saw the chilling grin. It didn’t match his words one bit. He wasn’t that poor haggart prisoner that she had rushed to find, he was suddenly some sort of word magician (Phelypsis for a con-man) trying to sell them a bunch of lies.<br/><br/>Just to be sure Phelypsis stepped forward and placed a hand on Nuria’s shoulder. “Nuria, wait,” Phelypsis asked. She had to withdraw the hand to keep balance when the ruins began trembling. Combat?! The shame was all set aside. Phelypsis took the sword in both hands and lifted the tip towards the ceiling, holding the blade right against her chest, ready to slash at anything that might come. The man’s urgency was somehow compelling, but that attitude was just not something an innocent prisoner would have. “You can wait a bit more. Don’t worry. We shall defeat care of whatever is coming and talk with you after,” she announced, turning to face the sound of the hammers when their direction became obvious. Phelypsis let out a long almost pleasureful sigh. She could feel her demon blood responding to the imminent threat, rising and boiling to prepare her for it. It felt good to have a sword in hand again and do proper fair battle with no foul magics. Finally a chance to redeem her earlier shame with getting captured and tricked by the tentacle faces. A grin rose on her lips. She couldn't keep it in anymore. "Arrrh! Come on out little hammer people! You will be no match for Phelypsis of the mighty Delvers!"