<br/><div class="floatright">(https://i.imgur.com/t8byK5L.jpg)<br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">body</div><div class="spoiler_body">(https://i.imgur.com/Mn7P4pt.jpg)</div></div></div><strong>Lucifel</strong>(https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=2082565)<br/><strong>Location</strong>: Western ramp<br/><strong>Tagged</strong>: all, Dame, Gloss, Xazgir<br/><strong>HP</strong>: 70/70<strong>AC</strong>: 18<br/><strong>Action</strong>: scouting above the castle<br/><strong>Roll</strong>: perception: 22 (https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=143324)<br/><strong>Active Effects</strong>: Bardic Inspiration-1d6 (reserved, 10 minutes)<br/><br/>Lucifel smiled as their simple touch was enough to throw the prideful kitten off balance, their hands coming to rest gently on her shoulders,<span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 6pt;">"I only desire that what I wish and what you wish remain the same my fair lady..."</span>they whispered like a sweet nothing in Dame's ear. When Dame turned to kiss them Lucifel would stand up a bit straighter, forcing the shorter cat girl to lean up on her tippy toes to reach their lips. It was a subtle gesture, but one that forced an unconscious act of submission from the barontess, forcing her to exert the effort to pursue the angel rather than Lucifel being the one to bend down for her. Though the kiss she was rewarded with was well worth the small bit of work, a strong yet tender hand finding it's way to Dame's lower back and pulling her body snugly up against the angel's, their tongues entwined in a moment of brief passion, showing just as little shame for this display of affection as they did for their own nakedness.<br/><br/>Lucifel would break the kiss with a lick of their lips, before nodding to Gloss after his verbose boasts, "He's not wrong. The Gods shy away from layering on too many gifts to any one person, especially those without the experience to properly handle them. There's a thin line between favor and favoritism after all" They mused, taking to the air with a beat of their many wings, "and sit tight infernal. you'll have your fill of sin and squalor before day's end. Do attempt to hold back your lesser nature until then" they added to Xazgir, which was probably the closest thing to a blatant insult Lucifel had said since being summoned, and in which case the serene, understanding smile on their face took on a more condescending context.<br/><br/>And with that the celestial was off, flying in a wide arc around the base of the fortress. While Myra scaled the wall on one side, Lucifel would soar up around the other, allowing them to survey the place from both angles. Not only that but if they were spotted it would focus the enemy's attention in the opposite direction of where their forces actually were, hopefully maintaining their element of surprise. The angel took a deep, tempering breath as the sounds of debauchery grew louder the higher they rose, caught between trying to ignore the perverse noise and having to listen to it for any clues or information it might reveal. They did their best to pick out distinct voices and unsynchronized rhythms in the furious slapping of flesh, attempting to keep a count of how many beings there might be inside. At the same time eagle eyes narrowed in on any detail that might be of note. Of course all the while Dame Meow would be able to see and hear through their senses, allowing the prissy feline to relay the information directly to the others.