<div class="floatright">(http://files.myopera.com/ghostone13/albums/3196741/fantasy-girl.jpg)</div><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body">http://www.myth-weavers.com/sheetview.php?sheetid=425044 (http://www.myth-weavers.com/sheetview.php?sheetid=425044)<br/>Armor Class: 17<br/>CMD 18<br/>Aheago:  19/19<br/>Hit Points: 19/19<br/>Pleasure:  ?<br/><br/><br/><br/>Buffs:  None<br/>Status Effects:  None<br/>Stunning Fist:  1/1<br/>[/url]</div></div><br/><br/>Naia’s fire haired avenging angle gathered her in strong arms.  The blond sobbed and clung to her like a lifeline, teetering between pleasure and pain, succor and shame.  Her heart hammered, she didn’t know whether to curl into a ball and die or force herself on the paladin for succor.<br/><br/>Her mind was about to break.<br/><br/>Then the paladin’s lips touched hers bringing love without expectation, faith without condemnation, pleasure without pain.  Naia’s sighed as her lips joined with the redhead’s.  Warmth flooded her heart, soothed her body.<br/><br/>She was healed.<br/><br/>With a contented sigh, conflower blue eyes opened and Naia gazed on the paladin in wonder.  She tentatively brushed the girl’s lips with her own, then, squeezing their bodies together, whispered, “Thank you.”<br/><br/>Her tears were tears of purification.<br/>