<div class="floatright"><div align="center">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/2/23/DelverEisa.jpg)<br/><strong>Eisa </strong></div><div style="text-align: left;"><strong>Race:</strong> Human   <strong>Class:</strong> Cleric   <strong>HP</strong>: 17/17<hr/> </div></div><hr/><br/>She was a heavy sleeper, always had been. It came with the territory of being the priestess of a goddess of dance, both tiring herself out with performance and the cacophony of musicians who late into the night believe their talents increased with the greater consumption of alcohol. In all likelihood it was why she had at times awoken to find a sticky white substance coating part of her face or bosom. Whatever that was.<br/><br/>This night she awoke to something else entirely, not to noise or a not so gentle shove or a foot in her face from cramped sleeping quarters her old troupe used to frequent, but to being bundled up in the strong pink arms of Phelypsis and being taken on a trip out of a window, her mocha form covered in tiny scratches from the glass but nothing too serious. This was pretty much evened out by the feeling of her head being practically sucked into the flesh of the andra's massive mammaries in the position she was being held.<br/><br/>Eisa stumbled to her feet hazily, her left arm for now numb and unfeeling from how she had been lying on it and the right now in use to clear her vision.<br/>"Wait..." she mumbled, "What are we doing outside? I thought we got to sleep indoors tonight."