<div class="floatright">(https://i.imgur.com/wzGNMbC.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong><del>Serana Strode</del>Josephine<br/><strong>Race:</strong>Human<br/><strong>Age:</strong>19<br/><strong>Class:</strong>lv.3 Artificer<br/><strong>Status:</strong>Adventurer<br/><hr/><br/>The next adventurer to arrive was seemingly the most conservative one yet: a hulking warrior covered head to toe in heavy blackened armor, "Good evening all" the figure said with a skirtless curtsy. Serana Strode, or "Josephine" as she had earlier introduced herself as, was normally a rather normal sized woman, perhaps a tad taller than average. However in her full suit she stood nearly six and a half feet tall, having to duck down just to get through the entrance of the tent. Not only did the dark metal hide her healthy curves, the kind afforded by a wealthy diet, it made it difficult to tell at a glance that she was a woman at all. However one could still deduce it from her stride, or the perfect, lady-like poise with which she sat down, a rather amusing contrast to the intimidating black-knight look. One might question why she'd insist on wearing such bulky attire to a casual meeting, but in truth Serana was trying to keep her identity a secret: that she was in fact a Princess of the Atlantican royal family. Normally she wasn't overly cautious, since it was doubtful that she'd be recognized by common folk this far away from home, however this caravan hosted several well-traveled and affluential people, including Lord Nyrood himself, so the chances of being recognized were much higher than normal.<br/><br/>As the undercover Princess gazed around the tent, she was suddenly grateful for the visored helm that covered her face, else everyone would see the virginal maiden turn red as a cherry at the sheer...er..."liberation" on display. There was so much skin on display, and so many bulges. She couldn't help but note that it was the "monsters" amongst them who were so scantily clad. Her father had done what he could to discourage her from carrying the intense prejudice her kingdom held towards the more monstrous races, but the corruption on display was just...take the minotaur woman for example. She was bursting with corruption. Her hard, throbbing...massive<em>corruption </em>could barely be contained between her legs! And while Serana had very little experience with penises (read: none) she was pretty sure she had seen that shape more at the stables when she was playing with the horses than in the textbooks her father had shown her. Still despite how every drop of Atlantican blood in her body told her such a creature was cursed and vile, it was hard to peel her eyes away for longer than a few moments at a time.<br/><br/>"E-erm did someone mention milk? I wouldn't mind partaking in some refreshment as well" she said, trying to distract herself, realizing too late what kind of milk was being offered. Her eyes widened into saucers as she watched the minotaur lady shamelessly milk herself right infront of her, white liquid squirting not just from her teats, but from her towering<em>corruption</em>as well. To say the formally raised Princess was not mentally prepared for such a sight was an understatement, and in her shock she ended up accepting one of the mugs without really thinking, "Uh...uh....so...you mentioned Earth?" she asked, suddenly finding something to snap herself back to reality with. Earth was the same world her father had come from, "Are you really from there? (english)can you speak English? (Japanese)or Japanese?" she asked curiously, switching between the two Earth languages her father had taught her growing up.<br/>