<strong>Location: Faeremhara's bedchambers<br/>Time: Early Morning</strong><br/><br/><strong><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;">Janafae Llaeloth</span></strong>(http://www.myth-weavers.com/sheetview.php?sheetid=351159)<br/><strong>HP</strong>153/153<br/><strong>AC</strong>22; Touch 10; Flat-footed 22<br/><strong>Status</strong>Normal<br/><strong>Condition</strong>None<br/><hr/><br/>Janafae Llaeloth awakened from her trance to the feel of a soft hand caressing her cheek.  She remembered where she was, where she had been in many of the recent nights in her memory, and the rather... interesting pleasures that she had partaken of over that period of time...  And she left her eyes closed and her breathing steady, waiting to see where the hand would go.<br/><br/>The young Anti-Paladin of Lolth, sitting on one of the soft cushions in the Matron's bedchamber, was not nearly as confident in her position as the Matron of the house, and so, even in the woman's private bedchambers... or rather, especially in her private bedchambers, she was not without some protection.  Nothing so overt as armor, nor as purely ornamental as a magic ring of deflection, of course.  No, her preferred form of protection was much more subtle, much more easily able to blend in and adapt to the situation, whatever that situation might be.  At the moment, the form it took was a leather outfit that would utterly scandalize one of those prim, proper weaklings from the surface.  A decidedly sensual garment, it left nothing to the imagination, and indeed, even went to some pains to lift and support her unusually voluminous breasts, presenting them to the eye in a pleasing manner.<br/><br/>The whole outfit wasn't actually made of leather, of course.  It was a little bundle of ectoplasm that she'd paid a pretty penny for, bartering away quite a bit to some Illithid psions from the Anti-Solar Institute in order to have it constructed for herself.  Additional funds had gone towards having it enchanted to further its protective qualities, as well as providing it with a couple of extra properties that had already come in handy multiple times.  Now, in addition to acting like a second skin that would provide protective qualities equivalent to full plate, it also had the convenience of being able to become any outfit she could imagine.  And right at the moment, it was quite the stunningly-sexy outfit indeed...  Though, the fact that she appeared to be clothed at all was a sign of deference to the Matron Mother, showing that she lacked the power and influence necessary to protect herself without resorting to glamered armor and other such tricks.<br/><br/>Janafae hated that, that lack of power and influence.  And when that hand caressing her body moved down to her breast and twisted her nipple, she hated the small shock of pleasure that that act sent through her body, hated the weakness that led her to gasp softly and open her eyes from that act.  Yet, as all drow did, she concealed her hatred, and instead allowed her body's enjoyment of the gesture shine through, her lips twisting into a smile as she looked over at the other woman.  Oh, how she was going to enjoy the day when it was finally time to take power...<br/><br/>"Yes, Mother,"  Still, until then, she would follow her partner's instructions and bide her time.  "I shall kneel and join you in prayer."<br/><br/>As they made their preparations for the morning prayer, Janafae took note of the time when the servants arrived and began to wait outside the door.  They would not come in until the prayer to Lolth was finished, of course, they knew the schedule and they stuck to it, on pain of death, but she still had a way of knowing when they arrived, even from behind closed doors.  It was due to the fact that her own partner always arrived with them, and she could always feel his mind touching hers the instant he was in range, ready to step in and offer advice or commands through his telepathy at a moment's notice.<br/><br/>It was an annoyance, this early in the morning.  She was sure he could sense that fact, and it wouldn't surprise her if it turned out he was doing it on purpose to deliberately irritate her, though she had no real proof.<br/><br/>Either way, it wasn't long at all before the young Anti-Paladin had assumed the position, kneeling on a mat that had been provided for her, her over-sized breasts squished flat while her shapely, curvaceous rear was presented for the other woman's used.  While waiting, she idly wondered which hole the Matron would pick to enter today...<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">OOC</div><div class="spoiler_body">It does say something like that, actually. :P Though there is also a second spoiler tag hidden within the first.<br/><br/>Hope nobody minds if I describe Janafae as having an unusually voluptuous body for a drow.  The picture I put up for her in the character sheet thread certainly does, and I figured I'd run with it and see what sort of social interaction it could cause.  I should note that, with a Dexterity score of 10, she's a bit clumsy by drow standards, so feel free to run with the idea. ^^;</div></div>