<div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/4/4e/Warrior_Princess_Slave.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong><strong>Alana</strong>(https://docs.google.com/document/d/1JqHzH38mmtrlCWkkWbWF05RokZkuYXoqB35SUgt2gzk/edit)<br/><strong>Race:</strong>Mongrelfolk (Human, with Tabaxi traits.)<br/><strong>Age:</strong>19<br/><strong>Class:</strong>Cleric of Light<br/><strong>Status:</strong>Slave<br/><br/>Alana squeeked at the crude spank.  The way it warmed her just increased her shame.  "Yes, master," the naked girl replied.  She rose, unable to keep from covering her shaved pussy with one hand.  Turning she moved to the back of the tent and looked for mugs.<em>Seriously?  Are they going to drink the minotaur's milk?  That's...  </em><br/><br/><em>Erm...  Well, strange.  i mean, I act like a cat sometimes...  But milking her like a cow?</em><br/><br/>Finding four mugs, the cat girl returned, forced too reveal her petals (and ashamed that they were just slightly moist) in order to carry all four mugs.  "Where do you want them, Master?"<br/><br/><em>There's not a lot of men here...  Is master going to keep me and pay these people coin?  Or...  Erm...  That minotaur girl...  Will i have too?</em><br/><br/>Thought made her afraid and flushed at the same time.  Then there was the only actual man among the adventurer's so far.  His tent was similarly impressive.<em>Maybe him?  I...  I can learn to stretch, can't I?  He's handsome in an alien sort of way...<br/><br/>   Grace and pride.</em>