<div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/d/d8/Dhampir_Sorceress.png)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Mephis<del>Daphoinos</del><br/><strong>Race:</strong><del>Ḩ̸̉å̴̱l̷̤͒f̷̺̎-̶̨̚E̴͖̾l̶̯̓f̷͓̒</del>Dhampir<br/><strong>Age:</strong>20<br/><strong>Class:</strong>Sorcerer<br/><strong>Status:</strong>Adventurer, Divine Mark, Harlot's Mark, Slave of Lord Victor Balebrook, Traitor to Atlantica,<em>Inspired</em><br/><hr/>"Prestidigitation." Mephis didn't say anything while waiting for her master to grant her request for punishment, but she did step over closer to Muula as the minotauress first moved to start licking Crimson clean, doing what she could to help the red-haired girl, who looked a bit overwhelmed from what had just happened to get, to get clean with a minimum of tongue-work on the much larger futanari's part. She made sure that the cum that came streaming off of the young woman's body flowed straight into the minotauress's mouth, since she had offered to help by licking up the mess a few seconds earlier. Though there was definitely a part of her that was very hungry for a taste of that sweetly-scented cum, herself...<br/><br/>"Master's overdrive, set until released, torment level three." The dhampir had been expecting Lord Balebrook to give her a punishment of some sort, if only because she had requested it. She was also expecting it to be a fairly light punishment overall... and in this she certainly wasn't disappointed. "Torment continues until the carriage is spotless again, so get to cleaning work."<br/><br/>"Nnnnh... Yes, Master~" The effect likely would seem a bit drastic to any onlookers, of course. The heart-shaped tattoo emblazoned above her womb glowed a faint, pulsing pinkish color, and in time with that pulsing, the nerves in some of the more sensitive areas of her body were directly stimulated. Phantom sensations, hands wandering over her body, fingers groping and squeezing and pinching, cold sensations like ice being trailed over her skin, her nipples, even her shaft, and hot and wet sensations mimicking the feeling of a rather adept tongue... and yet, despite all of these feelings, she was also magically prevented from being able to reach orgasm. There was a permanent flush on her cheeks, now, her eyes glowed noticeably with her arousal, and of course there were gasps and sighs, shivers and even the occasional soft, outright cry that escaped from her as she moved to start cleaning the cabin. "Prestidigitation... Prestidigitation... P-prestidigitation~"<br/><br/>It was a punishment, of sorts... a very enjoyable sort of punishment, specifically. A pleasurable punishment, though teasing enough to leave her desperately wanting more. The tent in the lower half of her dancer's outfit and the peaks her hard nipples made in the upper half of her outfit were easily enough to show that off. Mephis herself was rather quickly swept away by her own arousal and her attempts to maintain the focus needed for the task she had been given, tuning out the environment around her for a bit... and that was why she was slow to notice and even slower to react when Serana stepped up. She was a bit confused as to why the princess seemed so upset, at first, and only put it together when Lord Balebrook made the comment that the other woman's words sounded more like those of someone who lived in Atlantica.<br/><br/>While her master rather calmly and logically laid out the facts of the situation, the dhampir finally stepped in as well, not sure that that alone would be the right play. Moving to interpose herself between the nobleman and the princess, she pressed in close to the armored woman, her hands reaching out for the other woman's waist. They trailed up her body, over her armored chest, until eventually they slid up over her shoulders and wrapped around her and the dhampir was pressed up nice and snug against that armored body.<br/><br/>"Josephine~ Mmmm, remove your helmet for me... Please?" Mephis wasn't going to take no for an answer, here. She'd continue to softly plead and beg for it until the other woman at least had her face exposed... and from there, her next move would be to lean in, pressing her lips to the blonde's and stealing a rather long and brazen kiss from her. And then she would speak again, her voice warm and soft and gentle. "It's okay, really. I-it isn't... nnh... that kind of torment. And I'm... I don't exactly dislike it, either. I'm afraid I'm just as kinky as Miss Muula... though in some slightly different ways."