<div class="floatleft">(http://ist1-2.filesor.com/pimpandhost.com/5/3/2/5/53250/z/b/4/H/zb4H/pfdf1tn.jpg)</div><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: comic sans ms;"><strong><em><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 24pt;">Pantea Artemisia</span></em><br/>HP 52 (Current HP 52)  AC 21</strong></span><br/>Character Sheet (http://plothook.net/RPG/profiler/view.php?id=9085)<br/><br/><sup><strong>Outside of Praven</strong></sup><br/><br/>The rattle of chain links of the chain shirt breaks the hush silence surrounding Pantea and Cyrus.  As it hits the ground next to them, with Cyrus finishes pulling it off and along with his protective wool undershirt.  It is not lost upon Pantea either of the wide audience of those watching.   The plague born neko that hovered out in the darkness ready to pounce at a moments notice.   The danger only adds to the heat of the moment.    While their new companions, who sat near by.<br/><br/>Cyrus hands claimed caressing her body once again.  Fingers rested high up on her inner thighs.   Her own hands work to undo the bindings of his lower region, his pants.     Once the last of such is loosen.     Pantea pulls her hands back,  sits up.   She undo the small clasp of her top,  letting it just simple fall away.    Then would do the same for her bottom.    Pulling that off of her self,  she toss it with the top.<br/><br/>Pantea is clean shaven down below.   A necessary fact, with the outfit she wore.   The decorative fine chain link dancer outfit she preferred to wear.   The fine chain links otherwise would become in tangled with her nether region hair if she did not keep herself clean shaven down below.   But it is more then her being clean shaven,  the fire light that dances and bounces off the two of them.   Reveals her dampness of arousal as she glistens.