<div class="floatright"><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td>(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/thumb/3/3c/Succubus_4.jpg/800px-Succubus_4.jpg)<br/><strong>Evita Silverhand (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=293833.msg14534926#msg14534926)</strong> <br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Stats</div><div class="spoiler_body">HP 41/42, AC 16, CMD 14, Active spells [Mage Armor, <div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Disguise Self</div><div class="spoiler_body">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/thumb/2/2e/Witch3.jpg/453px-Witch3.jpg)</div></div>],Spell slots used [1st:3 2nd:0 3rd:1 4th:0] Postcount: 70</div></div><br/><strong>Location</strong>  Senval,<br/><strong>Tagging</strong> Elsbeth, Baroness Raven<br/></td></tr></tbody></table></div><br/>Evita thought about it for a moment. Of course she was a smart girl, but considering your options with a buttplug inside you, someone sitting on you, while pinching your nipple was a bit distracting.<br/><br/><strong>"This could work. Yes, I think posing as nobles would open up more opportunities, even if it was harder."</strong><br/><br/><strong>"However we would both need better disguises at least. Those wings are too telling."</strong>she rolled her eyes.<br/><br/><strong>"In any case, we aren't demons...at least not yet. To tell the truth I already surrendered to those assassins and then I escaped, so I can't say I am very impressed. However if we want any chance to avoid becoming full demon-sluts, we have limited time."</strong><br/><br/><strong>"What I mean to say...is that we will need your help. As for what the Cult can do to shame us, it doesn't matter. If a noblewoman can do it, so can we."</strong>Evita declared.<br/><br/><br/><strong>"On an other note. When we find what we need for the elixir...we will see how to raise the sexual expertise of your body."</strong>Evita teased the Baroness, sticking out her tongue playfully.<br/><br/><strong>"Please look forward to it..."</strong>she told her, gifting her a wink. Ending the discussion in a sad tone wasn't really something Evita would allow.<br/><br/><strong>"By the way, sorry for the fake name. Just call me Evita, Evita Silverhand. Daughter of a merchant, chair of a Baroness...and future noblewoman. I should write a book."</strong>Evita chuckled.