<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/WyE9ZjV.jpg)</div><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: impact;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 18pt;">Damira</span></span><br/>Half-Drow Gunslinger/Cleric, 12 HP, AC 18, Character Sheet (https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=1615705).<br/><em>Known for keeping her past to herself.</em><br/><hr/><br/>Damira looked about the group that was assembling, assessing the lot and seeing who she recognized, all while listening to Temudaria. She lightly bobbed her musket against her shoulder, finally turning her attention back to the woman just around the time she was inviting her to yet another orgy. They'd done this dance before, and with a soft quickly, she shook her head, teasingly responding, "Hmm, ditch the boys and maybe we'll talk." She followed up with a playful wink, and a grin. She took some pleasure from teasing her friend like that, though there'd always been the question hanging in the air over just how long that teasing would go on before they actually did wind up in bed together. Of course, her own personal preferences meant that she was unlikely to agree to join in on an orgy with the guys there.<br/><br/>She then turned her gaze to the new arrivals, Shaninera was... well, the cleric had heard of her. She supposed that someone with her... eccentricities would prove useful in combat. Still, she wasn't quite sure she wanted to turn her back on this one just yet. She had also heard of Vendi, her beauty and her wealth had both fascinated her somewhat, she had to admit. If anyone were to be able to help her out, it was someone with deep pockets like that. Research didn't come cheap, after all. And, well, she may not have been as much of a notorious flirt as the other women present, but she did enjoy the sight of a beautiful woman.<br/><br/><hr/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">tl;dr</div><div class="spoiler_body">Damira gay. Girls nice. Tiddies Soft.</div></div>