<div class="floatright">(http://imagizer.imageshack.us/a/img841/1383/rh08.jpg)</div><strong>Location:</strong>Ashara's tent<br/><strong>With:</strong>Gavrel (NPC)<br/><strong>Continuing from 'Age of War - the Betrayer' (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=202194.msg9893286#msg9893286)</strong><br/><hr/><br/>"Oh yes, it will," she smiled at his wording, "but first, it will be my pleasure." While her words and voice might have sounded sweet, there was no questioning her. She had assumed a dominant victorious persona and she would not have anyone defy her. "You will show me your skill and finesse, with your..." she touched one of his hands while he worked on getting her out of the armour, "...hands and your..." she leaned in, her fingers brushing his blond hair and her lips finding his and brushing against them slightly with her tongue, "...mouth." Without hesitation or any sign, Ashara's hand grabbed the man's crotch, "After that, I will grant you what you so desperately desire." Freed from her chainmail, she stood up, letting go of the defeated fighter and flexed, so that Gavrel could appreciate her body, clad in a half-transparent fiery robes and some leather to protect her skin from the metal she had worn. She pulled her gown down, her breasts reacting to the cold air. "It is your turn, soldier," she teased as she closed her eyes and prayed to her goddess for endurance. Subtle fiery light filled the tent as she felt the magic flow right through her body.<br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Mechanics</div><div class="spoiler_body">Ashara casts <em>Guidance</em> on herself.</div></div>