<div class="floatright">Sumara Farrowynn (https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=1426152)<br/>(https://i.imgur.com/gcMtYDz.jpg)<br/><strong>HD:</strong> 2d10 | <strong>HP:</strong> 20/20 | <strong>AC:</strong> 19 | <br/><strong>Proficiency(+2):</strong> Athletics, History, Insight, Perception, Persuasion | <br/><strong>Saving Throws:</strong> Wisdom, Charisma | <br/><strong>Dmg:</strong> Morningstar 1d8+2, Javelin 1d6+2</div><br/>Remi's boobs were just so amazing to touch!  Sumara couldn't stop molding the fleshy lumps about in her grasp, her eyes fluttering half closed under the goosebumps her own body felt.  Oh if only she had taken her gloves off to feel them so much gloriously more!  Alas, her pleasureable experience was short lived.  "W-what?  Wait!  I'm not done yet!" she cried as Remi just started walking off, dragging the paladin behind her as her hands were pinned inside the fighter's armor.  Eventually, her own foot caught on a branch buried in the snow and it snagged her back, causing her to fall face first into the snow as Remi went to loot the bodies with Valthos.<br/><br/>"Wwaaaaahhh..." her exasperated groan sounded, though heavily muffled by the snow in her face.  Eventually, she got back up, brushing the snow from her armor and skirt.  Taking a quick look around, her sense of sexuality had seemingly heightened quite a bit in the last bit of time.  She couldn't help but eye the other girls and the guy, planning her next opportunity to get some good groping in.