<div align="center">(https://i.pinimg.com/originals/c6/42/44/c642443e07185785d8f778698cc742c4.jpg)</div><br/><div class="floatright">(https://i.imgur.com/UPIrv1T.jpg)</div><strong>Lucifel</strong>(https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=2082565)<br/><strong>Location</strong>: Camp<br/><strong>Tagged</strong>:<br/><strong>HP</strong>: 70/70<strong>AC</strong>: 18<br/><strong>Roll</strong>:<br/><strong>Active Effects</strong>:<br/><br/>And so the sun set on the Summoners' first day of battle, a roaring success by all measures. That night the camp was alive with revelry. Soldiers both Olaq and Ruritanian alike drank and sang together, throwing up toasts to their victory and daring acts in battle, both their own and those of the valiant Summoners and their Guardians. Ofcourse they all knew that this strange new war was far from over, but for tonight that didn't matter. It had been their first major victory against these perverse abominations, and morale had never been higher. Their foes had been slain, the civilians rescued, and one of the demons' spawn points seemed to have been closed down, all with minimal losses. If they could keep up this momentum then surely they'd banish these invaders in no time, and that thought was what made this small battle into an overwhelming triumph in many men's eyes tonight.<br/><br/>Ofcourse it wasn't just the soldiers who were celebrating, the Summoners were also savoring their moments of glory, though some in more intimate ways than others...and while Dame Meow had made sure to stick around the party long enough to suck up as many toasts and congratulations as she could milk from the common folk, eventually her attention had turned back to Jas and Myra, and the  "punishment" she had pushed them into accepting, a punishment that required a more personal setting to carry out.<br/><br/>Halo shining like a torch in the night, Lucifel gently floated across the ground as they ushered the group towards the Dame's personal tent. The angel drifted behind Jas and Myra, their hands resting comfortingly on their shoulders as the two were marched towards the haughty kitten's lair, the tension mounting with each step as they were forced to ponder exactly what the feline summoner had planned for them,<span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 6pt;">"try not to be nervous. I shall do my best to ensure you're treated gently..."</span>the angel whispered softly in their ears, their breath hot against their skin, almost seeming to pour into their ears like honey and leave their brains warm and fuzzy,<span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 6pt;">"both of you"</span>they added, looking to Jas in particular and giving a small wink. Though they spoke gently, the two could see the clear signs of Lucifel's mounting arousal across their ever-naked body. Despite what they had said before, it seemed the angel was actually looking forward to the two's punishment as well, though perhaps that was just Meow's own excitement rubbing off on them.