<div class="floatright">(https://i.imgur.com/Xv9F7wf.jpg)</div><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 16pt;">Pandora Moore (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=337699.msg16033624#msg16033624)</span><br/><strong>HP:</strong>17/17<strong>Armor:</strong>1<strong>Exp:</strong>0/8<br/><strong>Effects:</strong><br/><strong>Actions:</strong><br/><hr/><br/><div style="text-align: justify;">Ophelia's smoky voice had that lilt Pandora knew so well - her words strict, her face intense. With her demands and certainty came electric tingles, and the desire to play. "Please...", she mused in response to Ophelia's blatant lies, breath exasperated and with a flirtatious smirk plastered across her face. She was astride Ophelia then, her dress riding up her thighs ever so slightly as she leaned into Radja's flexing calf.<br/><br/>Ophelia's hands were upon her, tugging and teasing. Shivers ran through Pandora, and she felt a humiliating swelling of her breasts poking little indentations against her fine dress. She gasped, soft as the whisper of a night breeze through the woods, yet deep with excitement, like the shifting branches and stark moonlight twisting shadows into something fantastical. <br/><br/>A kinky thrill ran through her as she gazed longingly into Ophelia's prismatic eyes. Smoking substance of any kind was a rare indulgence for Pandora, but one she could not possibly refuse under these circumstances. This time the silvery wisps fell from her nostrils like translucent waterfalls, and danced from her plush lips like a beckoning brook. The smoke between them curled in naked figures and devouring mouths, twisting in serpentine vortexes before their billowing breaths.<br/><br/>Another kiss - burning bright with sweltering heat. She purred instinctively in return, the sheer intensity scorching any semblance of resistance from Pandora befuddled mind. She might have foolishly believed herself in control for a few fleeting moments, but Ophelia's frequent reminders always brought her back to stark reality. Truthfully, Pandora melted under her firm touches, laced deeply with affection, and always craved just little bit more.<br/>As their interactions came to an end, and Pandora adjusted herself, appropriating her dress and catching her sputtering breath, face flushed in a deep crimson red, she turned and rolled into a small shaky curtsy.<br/><br/>Eager and with voracious frolic, Pandora excused herself with a hasty farewell, "My audience is requested elsewhere. Thank you for the report, Vanya. I have taken note of the subjects previously discussed and will consider our options carefully. I wish you all an auspicious day, and until we meet again." And with that she was off, slinking off into The Chocolate Star on shaky legs.<br/><br/><hr/><br/>She had been within the silken confines of Ophelia's room for scarcely a second before her dress had come undone. It echoed its mistress in many ways. It was there in the vivid colors, the sultry implications, and the flourishing culture. Pandora basked in the scarlet shimmer, drifting expectantly around the room; a distinct nervousness in her roiling gut. Red was the bloom of blood, of the silken petals that sail upon the updraft winds; its colours embracing those lofty heights of royalty and decadence. Fitting for a matron vampire. Even in a world of vibrance, Ophelia flaunted the boldest of hues with ease.</div><br/><div align="center">(https://i.imgur.com/6hrszbK.jpg)</div>