<div class="floatright">(https://i.imgur.com/afRPyAC.jpg?1)</div><strong>Princess Harriet (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=293833.msg14440794#msg14440794)</strong><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body">HP: 35/35, AC/TAC/FFAC: 20/11/19, CMD: 22, Active spells: N/A, Postcounter: 3<br/>Languages: Common, Abyssal</div></div><br/><strong>Location</strong>Senval, to Valenlands<br/><strong>Taggging</strong>Djanet and Ashley<br/><br/>(I had thought that only map vanished - if the whole thing poofed, Harriet likely wrote the message down on some paper herself)<br/><br/>As the floating eye entity moved to the side, Harriet pushed forward with the one language it seemed to understand, syllables grating and crunching as she nodded respectfully.<div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Abyssal</div><div class="spoiler_body">"Thank you, sir. Or madam. Or whatever title you may prefer. I'll be sure to keep the door open for you too, in case you want to continue watching."</div></div><br/>The last bit is said with a sly smile as the Princess makes her entrance, taking the mildest steps so as to not interrupt. Not that she was particularly quiet, mind, as her armor made stealth a non-option. Yet the two before her seemed rather preoccupied, with each other and themselves. The man stood over the tub, brandishing himself at the bath's occupant like a more-sexual-than-usual stick up, and the focus of his attention didn't seem to mind one bit. In fact, given how the tanned beauty seemed intent on only rinsing her nethers in the region, and how she seemed to press against the hand that was entangled in her hair towards her prize, and how the room was filled with the sweet scent of feminine arousal, the little lady might just be having more fun than the fellow.<br/><br/>Princess Harriet just positioned herself by the door, watching with a smile that was growing wider and hungrier. Were she wearing the red dress that she seemed to wear via illusion, there would be nothing to prevent her from moving forth and engaging, but as is her armor would need to come off, a task that would take too much time for right now. Once one or both finished up, though, perhaps they'd be willing to aid her, for her to then coax them into a round two, a round three, and a few rounds more. Maybe.