<div class="floatright">(https://i.imgur.com/UPIrv1T.jpg)</div><strong>Lucifel</strong>(https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=2082565)<br/><strong>Location</strong>: Camp<br/><strong>Tagged</strong>: Meow, Myra, Jas<br/><strong>HP</strong>: 70/70<strong>AC</strong>: 18<br/><strong>Roll</strong>:<br/><strong>Active Effects</strong>:<br/><br/>"Sorry, but I don't think I can allow you to do that Quiet One. You're meant to be at my lady's mercy tonight after all..." Lucifel cooed when Myra promised to protect her master, giving the shapely servant a firm squeeze on the shoulder. After all being protected from a punishment that oneself already agreed to would very much defeat the purpose.<br/><br/>As they were marched into the tent the three were shaded in the cover of darkness. Lucifel's first instinct was to use her magic to create a source of light, but they refrained, realizing that may kill the atmosphere somewhat. And while the angel themself could not see in the darkness, they were able to see through their master's eyes and orientate themself accordingly, a type of movement they had already grown accustomed too in training.<br/><br/>Lucifel smirked. Barely a minute in and it seemed their summoner was already pushing her luck with this situation. Dame was incredibly lucky to find someone who would even entertain her odd fantasies, let along agree to them, so perhaps she should try to tread this situation more carefully and not get too greedy, lest she cause the fellow summoner to storm off in a huff,<em>"careful my lady"</em>the angel sweetly cooed in the kitten's mind. As they watched the two actually submit to their master's command and drop to their knees, crawling along the floor to her, Lucifel couldn't suppress a sudden giggle. They knew this situation was meant to be tense and kinky and Meow's orders were meant to be taken seriously, but they just couldn't help but laugh at the absurdity of it. Two heroes meant to protect the world, crawling around like doggies at the behest of their haughty summoner. Of course it was possible that the two might interpret the angel's laughter as intentional, to even further humiliate them, "forgive me, please carry on..."<br/><br/>As Lucifel watched the submissive display through their master's eyes, the angel figured they should probably be contributing in some way as well. Feeling a flicker of inspiration, Lucifel would reach over and grab Jas's discarded staff, strutting over to the elf's side and gently pressing the end of it to the back of his head. With a bit of firm pressure they would force Jas to bow his head down even further, until his forehead touched the carpet, and would keep him there for a few seconds until they were confident he got the idea and wouldn't raise his head back up again, "better" they cooed with another giggle and a motherly smile. Then catching another idea the angel went one step further and hooked the tip of the staff beneath Jas's hip, urging him to raise his hips up until his back was arched like a cat, head all the way down and his tight little ass raised all the way up. Satisfied the angel would waltz around to Myra, repeating the process until she looked just like her master. Well, almost like her master, the curvy rouge did have considerably more ass to lift after all, her plump body making the position even lewder, like she was displaying herself and begging to be taken,<em>"hey this is actually kind of fun"</em>the angel mused telepathically.