<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: 6<br/>Languages: Common, Abyssal</div></div><br/><strong>Location</strong>Senval, to Valenlands<br/><strong>Taggging</strong>Tasha, Djanet, Maz, and Ashley<br/><br/>The half-elf had slumped into her arms, his exuberant release having apparently drained him of his senses. At first she was a little concerned that it had drained him physically too, but a closer look showed that he was still breathing, and was even some semblance of conscious. Hell, he was standing at attention even as he hung limply in her arms.<br/><br/>Unfortunately, there was the whole issue of Princess Harriet being in her armor still. That prevented a lot of things she might want to do directly, and the armor would take too long to take off to really keep the momentum of the moment going.... So instead she took a small step back, easily supporting the man across her chest, before turning to the open door. Another half-elf, this one with red hair like her own. She was pretty, and cute. Clothed.<br/><br/>Careful not to drop her toy, the red-dress-illusion wearing dhampir waved a hand, politely inviting both the newcomer and the being of many eyestalks in to the bath. Surely nobody else would come in, and even if they did, that person would be more than welcome to join them.<br/><br/>And with a fourth (and fifth?) person, Harriet could get someone to help her with her armor so that she could join in directly. Not that man-handling half-elves on behalf of others wasn't fun - she could do it for a lot longer if she had to.