<div class="floatleft">(http://i66.tinypic.com/15o8l02.jpg)</div><br/><strong>Drake's Room</strong><br/><br/>The room is small, Ember noticed. The bucked  thankfully hadn't been used, and the bed... it was well used. Nuff said. She dragged Valva in behind her, Drake in tow as well.<br/><br/>"Back to the humble roots, is it?" She poked fun at the fighter, while sitting on the bed and pulling the holy one next to her. "So. Tasting one of these for the first time - that ought to be worth something?" She winked. "Say, Valva, how exactly did you become this?" Her fingers busied themselves with the other girl's clothes, tugging gently, undoing buttons and loosening knots. "I heard it has to do with angels or somesuch. How does it feel? Do you really have to die there?" Ember's line of questioning might have seemed morbid, but she was curious - and needed a little distraction for the disrobing part. After all, she has never seen a holy onee before. Do they really have wings? Does light ooze out of their sex? Only one way to find out...