<div class="floatright">(https://cdn.discordapp.com/attachments/689220636480110605/1018905756562636900/pally_lady_2.png)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Ionli (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=345576.msg16288973#msg16288973)<br/><strong>Race:</strong>Aasimar<br/><strong>Age:</strong>20<br/><strong>Class:</strong>Cleric of War<br/><strong>Status:</strong>Adventurer<br/><hr/><br/>To say that Ionli was disturbed by both Muula's questions and the minotaur's reaction to said questions would be a bit of an understatement.  She looked at the bull-like woman from the corner of her wide eyes that showed far too much white, pupils narrowed down to pinpricks and hands clenched tightly into fists under the table as she fought not to imagine drowning in semen, the prospect absolutely terrifying to her on multiple levels.  This was why she had taken that strange quest; she needed to understand why.  Just... why did Muula act like this?  What did Zatash corruption do to people that made the massively endowed futanari think this way?  What made Memphis the way she was?  She wanted to understand and then, maybe, they could all be... closer, as friends.  And maybe she'd find Muula less intimidating as well.  Right now, however, she couldn't think of any questions to ask, too focused on not picturing that<em>horrible</em>mental image.