<div class="floatright">(http://puu.sh/o69Lc.jpg)</div>"Of course," Nuria replied to the red-haired witch, preening for a moment as she stood up and shoved the empty tankard away from her. "It'd be more of a pain if I had your light skin, firehair, but … " For emphasis, the tan woman flexed her fingers and made a brief motion with her arm to catch the torchlight against her sun-kissed skin. "I'm already fairly dark. Should be a cinch to be just --" The firewielder glanced towards Phelypsis, who was still puzzling over what exactly they were doing, and instead of continuing her sentence produced a broad grin, leaned forward, and nuzzled the redhead affectionately instead. Not one to skimp out on displays of physical affection, the Godlike reached out with her left arm and caressed Phelypsis as well, teasing along her jawline until she reached the cusp of her chin and parted again.<br/><br/>And then Ayca shared her enthusiasm about the whole idea and they were off, with the witchy woman practically dragging them towards the back of the bar. Was she showing off as she pulled them along? It kind of looked like it, with her swinging gait! Nuria certainly didn't mind and hastened her step.<br/><br/>"No, not war paint, silly." Nuria gave Phelypsis a playful punch to the shoulder as they stepped through the cellar door.  "We're turning me into a skeleton." She ran a hand along the curve of her ass, upwards along her tight stomach and then indicated towards her chest. "We'll be painting me black, top to bottom." She flashed the demon a fetching grin, just as Aya lit the lantern, dipped her finger into the big can of 'tar' and drew a straight black line along the top of Phelypsis' nose. It wasn't actually tar, but still smelled weird. Like earth, clay and oil, which in truth is what it was, with a bit of water and butter added in. A natural body paint, perhaps not too different from what the Andra used for their war paints.<br/><br/>Nuria took a little leap over the last three steps and landed in a low crouch, her eyes glinting in the darkness like the reflection on a knife.<br/><br/>"And then comes the chalk, to draw me bones." She gave a rueful smile. "I don't want it to turn into a chore, so let's do this. While you have my vulnerable body under your care, you may ask three favors of me, which I have to be able to fulfill immediately and with what's at hand."<br/><br/>With an almost dismissive gesture the fiery woman reached for the metal clasp that held her impromptu toga and undid it. The white cloth dropped away from her athletic form, revealing her athletic curves. Nuria's breasts looked pert as usual, her nipples harder than they would usually be, courtesy of a fairly new addition: two barbell piercings, simple steel glistening with promise in the lantern's light. Her muscular stomach, with the long scar left there from a particularly rough encounter with a bugbear during one of their latest adventures -- Phelypsis ought to remember that one particularly well, having watched their clash, first sexual then deadly, with rapt attention. Her broad hips, complemented by a well-curved derriere, have always made it obvious even from behind that she was not some slim manling, but a woman-warrior with healthy muscle on her bones. (Of course, in that regard, as well as other<em>physical attributes</em>, she was well behind the fellow Delver in the room.)<br/><br/><div align="center">(http://puu.sh/roN0x.jpg)<br/><em>"I'll be very disappointed if they're boring."</em></div><br/>Further below was a sight that never quite lost its charm despite the fire-wielder's promiscuity, her glistening pink pussy lips laid invitingly between her long legs, a little moist at the prospect of the requests these two (well, Nuria was mostly counting on Ayca there) might make of her. As she turned and gave them a proper full view of her backside as well, she arched her back and looked over her shoulder, adding a smouldering: "I'll be very disappointed if they're boring."<br/><br/>She crooked her finger and beckoned them to come close, clearly more than ready to begin. The jar with black bodypaint was at her feet, ready to be picked up by whoever was faster.<br/>