<div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/c/c8/Phelypsis.jpg)</div><br/><hr/><br/>Phelypsis bumped into Yula with her breasts knocking the fluffy eared kitsune in the back of the head. She took a quick step back, frowning. What was the spy up to now? She glared down at the dark haired creature. An irritated huff blew through her nostrils as her ears flopped up once.<em>What was that? 'If you're so intent on watching my behind, do it after you've treated me to dinner, demon.'</em>She knew that Phelypsis was watching her eh? Good, just right it should be. There was something strange about the rest though. What could that dinner treating mean? It was probably some hidden signal in that thieves cant or something like that - a threat? Phelypsis' eyes narrowed again into tiny little slits. Yula probably thought she was playing her.<em> Hah!</em>Nobody played the mighty Phelypsis. She returned the secret message, "Hmmmmm? I'm just being careful not to step on you, but if you want you can treat me dinner."<em>There. That'll show her!</em><br/><br/>Her gaze mellowed into a more natural smile when Sydney spoke. The remark about knowing every inch of each other made her blush a little behind the scarf. Why did Sydney have to start with something like that? Phelypsis was still a little nervous and unsure about what to think of the last rest pause or the previous adventure. First she had groped Sydney and pretty much taken her ass with her fingers while trying to rescue the mage and then somehow successfully avoided interacting with her too much during the rest, only to end up bedding Nuria. Did Sydney perhaps know of that? Had Nuria told her? Hopefully nothing bad.<br/><br/>She turned back to looking at the fluffy tail's owner, her own little tufted cow tail slowly brushing the air, mimicking movements of Yula's as she spoke. That woman just kept on getting suspiciouser. No desire for loot was very strange among little folk who rarely got enough reward from the adventure and a chance to prove their might. What's so bad about slavery. "If you're puny and don't have friends, you need a protector," Phelypsis muttered under her breath, too quiet to be heard. She didn't want to admit that she felt the same - Mom would probably have been happier if she wasn't a slave.<br/><br/>Then there was this little soft thing, chirping in and sharing her heart. Phelypsis remembered getting something patched up once after she had gotten a bit excited in a tavern brawl by Eisa. Eisa was a good girl. Phelypsis lost the sight of Yula, paying more attention to the tan cleric. She leaned down to whisper advice, "Sydney always means lewd." The words were accompanied by a knowing eye contact and a nod. With that Eisa should know to be careful about the lusty sorceress, right?