(http://s9.favim.com/orig/140715/beautiful-eyes-freckles-ginger-Favim.com-1916759.jpg)<br/><strong>Tasha Ananias (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=293833.msg14416552#msg14416552)</strong><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body">HP: 34, AC: 13, CMD: 14, Active spells: N/A, Postcounter: 13<br/><strong>Active Spell Effects:</strong> Lullaby<br/><strong>Languages:</strong> Common, Draconic, Dwarfen, Elven, Infernal, Undercommon, Abyssal<br/></div></div><br/><strong>Location</strong>The Last Stand Inn<br/><strong>Tagging</strong>Xana<br/><br/>It needed the tiniest of nudges, just the most gentle touch to push Xana over the edge. A whisper in the darkness urged Tasha to hold the bandit on the precipice, to pin her at the limit between climax and an agony of need. From personal experience, she knew that girl might promise anything if trapped their long enough. But the mesmerist discounted that possibility and pressed on remorselessly. She clung to Xana, riding the other girl's shivering convulsions, all the while letting her tongue shiver against the bucking wetness as though she might milk every last morsel of pleasure from the bandit's body.<br/><br/>Only when the desperate spasms had finally ceased, did Tasha relent, pulling away from the succulent feast with regret. The half-elf crawled onto the bed, draping herself over Xana's trembling form and snuggling close so she was able to press the full length of her body against the panting bandit. Casually she swept an errant lock of hair from the girl's face, and smiled. Tasha waited, happy to watch her companion in repose and wondering if the unkempt bandit might succumb to sleep after her<em>ordeal</em>.<br/><br/>"We should see about that bath," she decided after a while, struggling herself not to be lulled by the sound of Xana's soft breathing. "And food, definitely need some sustanance, if you're going to get your strength back."<br/><br/>Without waiting for a reply, Tasha slid off the bed, snagging a blanket as she did and wrapping it around her slender body in one fluid movement. The half-elf moved to the door, opening it to peer outside and, once she had assured herself the coast was clear, to go in search of the Innkeeper's wife. After they had scrubbed up and filled their bellys, Tasha could teach Xana a little about reciprocation and, in the morning, the mesmerist could set off again, alone once more on her way to the tower.<br/><br/>Would Xana use the money to make something more of her life, or was Tasha just deluding herself? In her heart, the mesmerist wanted to believe that she could make a difference, maybe even give the bandit a chance she herself had never had. But, it was difficult to ignore everything she already knew about human nature and, if the girl was notorious enough to be recognised at a road-side inn, what chance did she really have of starting a better life for herself?<br/><br/>Tasha grimaced. It would have all just been so much simplier if the foolish girl had just given in to the mesmerist's control. Would't it?<br/>