<br/><div class="floatright">(https://i.imgur.com/vS4Yyv9.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>Freeman<br/><hr/><strong>HP:</strong>24/24 -<strong>AC:</strong>18 -<strong>Initiative:</strong>1 -<strong>Passive Perception:</strong>14<br/><strong>Infusions: </strong>Bag of Holding, Enhanced Defense -<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 3/3<br/>-Magic Missile<br/>-Thunderwave<br/>-Cure Wounds<br/>-Disguise Self<br/>-Identify<br/>-Purify Food and Drink<br/>-Jim's Magic Missile (free cast per long rest 1/1)<br/>-Hex (free cast per long rest 1/1)<br/>-Misty Step (free cast per long rest 1/1)</div></div><br/><strong>Effects:</strong><br/><strong>Action:</strong><br/><hr/><br/>"Me too..." Serana sheepishly admitted. The things she had experienced so far had been far from a storybook, but perhaps that was alright. Even if it wasn't an ideal fantasy, standing there in the changing room with Ionli, huddled so close together, she still felt her heart flutter all the same.<br/><br/>She watched as Ionli began to strip down, confused as to why she'd need to for a mere kiss. Perhaps Ionli would want more? Perhaps she would attempt to finish what she had started doing before. The Princess was still uncertain if she was ready for that, but any protests she might voice were silenced in her throat as more of the aasimar's body revealed itself, "I could perhaps make some modifications to help with that" she chimed in when Ionli cursed how slow her armor was to doff, her brain briefly switching back into tinkering mode.<br/><br/>However the schematics she had started to draw up in her head became scribbled when Ionli stepped forward again, her eyes sweeping down the aasimar's body in blatant fascination. Despite having bathed together once before, seeing her so often clad in her armor had almost made her forgot how beautiful Ionli's body really was. The stiffness of her nipples and dampened panties in particular stole her gaze. It wasn't until Ionli spoke up again that Serana was snapped from her staring, "y-yes! sorry..." she stammered.<br/><br/>As Ionli spoke of taking the next step, the Princess took it upon herself to take the physical step forward to close the gap between them again, swearing to herself that she would not let them part again until she actually followed through. Again she pressed herself against Ionli's chest, cold steel replaced by warm flesh as their breasts squished together. She felt the tiny poke of the other girls buds, which in turn stiffened her own. She did not stop at their chests, and pressed in even further until they were standing pelvis to pelvis, not a single space left between them. Standing so flush together she could appreciate how tall the aasimar was, the Princess used to towering over most people thanks to her suit. Something about staring up into the powerful woman's eyes, feeling both the softness of her curves and the strength of her muscles...Even if the girl's expression looked just as uncertain and self-conscious as her own, there was an underlying handsomeness and valor in her face that made Ionli seem so very charming, almost enough to make her melt away.<br/><br/>For a moment her hands developed a mind of their own, wrapping around Ionli to squeeze her close caress up and down her back, curious fingers tracing along the sculpted grooves of lean muscle. Her hands worked up to her shoulders, and then stroked down Ionli's arms until they found her hands. Neither woman's hands were as soft and smooth as a maiden's "should" be, both calloused by hard work and training. Still the Princess felt herself drawn to them all the same, weaving their fingers together intimately, "Ionli...this may not be a storybook...and your armor may not be shining..." she leaned up, slowly closing the last remaining distance between them, "...but it seems I have stumbled upon my dashing knight all the same..." she cooed.<br/><br/>As Serana would soon discover, a first kiss, the first proper one at least, was no elegant thing. As she drew closer there were brief flutters of nervousness and hesitation, half second stutters as she second guessed every inch of her approach. How fast she should lean in, the tilt of her head, the precise placement of her lips, none of them came as intuitively as the stories made them seem, and in their inexperience neither girl was fit to guide the other through it. Still despite the awkwardness, or perhaps even because of it, there was a wave of joy and relief when her lips finally found the aasimar's. It was chaste at first, a mere peck, but as their lips separated she immediately felt the need for more. She did not know exactly what she needed to do, but her instincts told her it was not enough. The memory of Mephis's kiss flashed through her mind, and immediately her tightly pursed lips parted, allowing the tip of her tongue to slip out and try to work its way into Ionli's mouth, shyly poking at her lips first, as if asking permission to enter.