<div class="floatright">(https://cdn.discordapp.com/attachments/689220636480110605/1018905756562636900/pally_lady_2.png)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Ionli (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=345576.msg16288973#msg16288973)<br/><strong>Race:</strong>Aasimar<br/><strong>Age:</strong>20<br/><strong>Class:</strong>Cleric<br/><strong>Status:</strong>Adventurer<br/><hr/>Ionli was taken quite by surprise when Muula offered her own milk as a form of refreshment for everyone to partake in, averting her gaze when the minotaur bared her breasts to the world and started milking herself.  The fact the minotaur seemed to... enjoy the experience had her flush from before returning with a vengeance.  The pale slave girl, she believed her name was Mephis, ended up with a splattering of the evidence of said enjoyment on her lap, causing the aasimar to flinch a little in sympathy.  From what she understood, such things were sticky and hard to clean out of clothing properly.  The others in the tent seemed to not be bothered by the display, the blue, short tiefling, Hiroshi, seeming aroused at the moment himself.  Besides the, entirely erotic, bit with Muula, the more enigmatic member of their company joined them.  Josephine, if she remembered correctly, arrived just in time for Muula's... performance.<br/><br/>"You might want to know where that... never mind," she tried to advise the armored, even more heavily than she herself was, woman, only to sigh and give up partway through when it proved quite pointless.  The poor dear, clearly frazzled given her halting response after seeing all that just now, had already accepted a mug of it.  Then something happened that had her grasping at her temples, grimacing in obvious pain as several of those present started speaking in languages she didn't recognize.  The languages themselves weren't the problem, rather than what it caused her head to do as a result of hearing them.  Images flashed, sounds pounded from all sides, and words slipped from her mouth before she realized what was happening.<br/><br/>"(Celestial) Forgive us... no choice!"  This spoken through gritted teeth as her pulse roared in her ears, sweat poured from her brow, and then just as suddenly as it came, the moment passed, leaving her feeling a little disturbed, not to mention mortified as she raised her gaze to those sharing the tent with her.  "...so, is it too late to ask for a tankard of milk?"