<br/>Miranda Bradley (http://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=904699)<br/><br/><div class="floatright">(http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v484/FujinAkari/13a28594a8a7faffb905ebfe050bbdc3_zpsgaadhado.jpg)</div><br/><em>Miranda smiled towards the lone male that had appeared within the room as he first arrives, all but tripping over himself as he tried to simultaneously tried to both oogle and not stare at the same times.  She flushed softly, letting out a soft shrug and biting her lip slightly.  Every time she so much as -moved- she could feel the silk sliding across her nipples, the continual stimulation helping to keep them permanently perky and apparent against the creamy paleness of her shift.</em>"Oh no... the sisterhood of Nrathor is divided into two sects... those with the strength to assert their will upon the word, and those without.  I am a servant to the strength of others, and my Mistress bade me to wear these robes as an offering when I competed."<em>She let her eyes trace over the boy's form, her keen eyes making note of the muscles in his arms and the suggestions of strength within the movements of his shoulders.  She licked her lips a bit.</em>"If you don't like it... I'm sure you could strongarm me into changing..."<br/><br/><em>She looked at him closely, her vermillion eyes regarding him for signs of how he would react to the hint of absolute power, but abruptly she found herself leaning abruptly forward as a... cat thing appeared on the back of her chair, pressing down on her shoulders and making it impossible for the priestess to rise.  She blinked several times as the creature's tail swished around her and ran along the light red fabric of her sleeve.  She flushed slightly as the tail ran across her chest, not really sure whether the catgirl were intentionally feeling her up or... if the cat were just... being a cat.</em>"Oh please... the sun can bake a knight in armor too... don't you do anything more special than that?"<em>She smiles up at the cat though, making sure not to let her words be perceived as mean.<br/><br/>She glances over towards the cute wood elf besides her as the woman finally goes to introduce herself, nodding to her and smiling again.  </em>"Indeed!  It is a pleasure to-"<br/><br/><em>She turned as a honey'ed, sultry voice was heard, narrowing her eyes slightly and inspecting the dark-skinned elf that had just entered the room.  She examined the thinness of the arms and the tauntness of the woman's exposed stomach... while there was no hint of fat, there also was as little tone or build to the woman as within Miranda's own frame.  The wood elf smiled but, unlike the smile she had offered Cathari or the wood elf, there was a bitter sarcasm to her smile, a biting cynicism beneath her words.</em>"Oooh... I'm sorry hon... but as I explained to the well-groomed orc, I am a servant to Strength and... well... it doesn't look like you are particularly blessed in that regard.  Now... maybe if you could convince him to hold me down you might be able to fuck me but... by your own?  I just don't see it happening..."<br/><br/><em>She smiles a bit and, again, lets her eyes shift to Ogzi, gauging his reaction.<br/><br/>Abruptly, a massive woman and their presumptive host appeared and introduced the dungeon.  Miranda frowned a bit at the term 'penalty game' and mentally wondered exactly what was in that long contract she had been signed up for, but ultimately decided it didn't really matter.  Her eyes then widened a bit as she was the second name mentioned and offered a slight wave out to the unseen masses that, presumably, could see her.  She then felt a hint of coldness as the drowess' rapier slipped beneath the edge of her dress and then slipped forcefully upward, causing the forward slit of her dress to yank upwards, revealing the pale white, semi-transluscent fabric of the priestess' panties and giving the hazy glimpse of the woman's slit to anyone looking.  Miranda lets out a little shriek of protest and she abruptly twisted away from Menzoza, letting her skirt fall back down and pressing her fingers between her thighs, holding her dress over the suggestive fabric of her panties with a deep flush.</em><br/><br/>