<div class="floatleft">(http://dl.dropbox.com/u/30738236/Arpee/Elliquiy/Prima1Bust.jpg)</div><br/><strong>Prima (http://plothook.net/RPG/profiler/view.php?id=10001) - HP </strong>44/44 -<strong>AC:</strong>20 -<strong>Initiative:</strong>---<br/><strong>Spell slots - 1:</strong>5/6<strong>2:</strong>4/4  -<strong>Base DC:</strong>16 (15 without headband)<br/><br/><hr/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">OOC</div><div class="spoiler_body">My apologies Nicci, assumed the bunny had a blindfold etc from the picture used.</div></div><br/>Prima is, of course, more than happy to comply with Bernard's request to sit in luxury as she was previously more accommodated to before the band got together and started touring (or rather her parents kicked her out for having fur, a tail and a new streak of sexual deviance). Her leonine tail swayed back and forth as she watched Lisa grind into his crotch, leaning into the merchant to let him feel the softness of her snuggly fur coat in comparison to the bunny's assuredly coarse (and likely cum-matted) fur by comparison, making sure that his arm was nestled in her bosom.<br/><strong>"Is there anything you want me to to do for you while Miss Lisa is attending to you, Mister Bernard?" </strong>the vocalist asked, her rough tongue tracing the edge of his ear,<strong>"Though I'm sure in your line of work, dealing with a number of exotic imports and clients, I'm nothing special. I really hope I'm not intruding on your time with Miss Lisa." </strong>