<br/><div class="floatright">(https://i.imgur.com/gV1PYM5.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong><del>Serana Strode</del>(https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=2697354) 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/><strong>HP:</strong>24/24 -<strong>AC:</strong>18 -<strong>Initiative:</strong>1 -<strong>Passive Perception:</strong>14 -<strong>Inspiration:</strong>1<br/><strong>Infusions: </strong>Bag of Holding, Goggles of Night -<strong>Arcane Armor:</strong>Infiltrator -<div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Spells</div><div class="spoiler_body">lv.1 2/3<br/>-Magic Missile<br/>-Thunderwave<br/>-Cure Wounds<br/>-Catapult<br/>-Identify<br/>-Purify Food and Drink<br/>-Jim's Magic Missile (free cast per long rest 0/1)<br/>-Hex (free cast per long rest 0/1)<br/>-Misty Step (free cast per long rest 1/1)</div></div><br/><strong>Effects:</strong><br/><strong>Action:</strong><br/><hr/><br/>The positive affirmations from the two women were truly heartening. They were probably the first two who had given her such words that weren't in some way obligated to do so (whether it be a hired servant or a lower ranked noble), "Thank you...truly..." she managed to squeeze out some sincerity between throaty sighs at their continued touch.<br/><br/>The Princess blushed as Mephis suddenly turned around, kneeling between her long legs. However despite Serana nervously scooting back, her back pushing up against Ionli's breasts, Mephis would see her thighs unconsciously spread open, her mind obviously jumping to a certain conclusion and subconsciously inviting the dhampir in. Mephis would feel each muscle tense beneath her skin as her fingers trailed up Serana's front. Serana bit her lip as Mephis leaned in close,<em>too close</em>...or maybe not close enough. As those soft lips drew closer Serana's own pursed together, her eyes fluttering closed, seemingly ready to accept the inevitable. She didn't even have time to question why she wasn't resisting before she felt the other women's lips on her...cheek. Serana's eyes flicked open, a look of surprise on her face. Surprise at Mephis's forwardness and audacity, though also a hint of disappointment at her last second swerve. She didn't realize it, not consciously at least, but if Mephis had taken her lips in that moment the Princess would have given her everything. It was only by the futa's coy mercy that Serana's innocence had been preserved....<br/><br/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 6pt;">"woah..."</span>she muttered under her breath, the bath suddenly feeling scalding hot for some reason. Serana watched speechless as the woman she would later realize was her first love waded away with a teasing grin on her face, "...ummm..." she murmured, finally managing to collect both her thoughts and her jaw, "I'm starting to get hot, perhaps I should step out.." she said, going to stand up, however she barely got a few inches up before her legs gave out and she plopped back down, falling back into Ionli's arms, "uh, never mind...maybe I should stay in a little...longer...after all..." she trailed off, her head gently slumping back against Ionli's shoulder. A mixture of exhaustion, heat, and over stimulation had put her out cold.