<strong>Tagging:</strong>Group 1: Anahita, Alexander, Maya, Sparrow<br/><br/>The falling of Omigri's mansion had completely frozen the moth (https://i.imgur.com/RbJDslV.png) with fear. She had watched as one by one more adventurers gathered on top of her tank as if she didn't exist. Sparrow's attention seemingly broke the spell of silence. She blinked, focusing on the small monk. "Oh, right... Thank you..." The moth stayed still as he squirmed into her tank, having to brush his body against her naked breast to wiggle to help with the bondage. She moved her still cuffed hands to her chest, looking a little nervous as she sat up to follow him.<br/><br/>His reassurances were met with a slowly growing smile as the woman began to calm down, realizing that the danger is indeed gone. "Thank you," she said, accepting his hand. She didn't much notice the green goo herself before realizing he squeaked from contact. The moth gave her body a confused look over, mouth wrinkling to a frown. "Gods take me, is this me now," she whispered. Her wings moved with a gentle flap, and another quick one to shake the goo off. She never let go of Sparrow's hand. Her gaze returned to look down at the relatively short boy with eyes at her breast height. Something had suddenly brought a coy red blush on her cheeks as she asked, "Uh... So. Can I follow you? I- I'm not too sure where my- Where I am. Who I am..."