<div class="floatright"><div align="center">Abigail (https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=1143765)<br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Real Appearance</div><div class="spoiler_body">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/9/9d/Druid.png)<br/>Standing over 8 feet tall</div></div></div>(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/564x/f7/26/0a/f7260a1e5eac98df28159deb5254505f.jpg)</div><br/><br/><br/>Tagging: Vall, Jordan, Meriele, Amadre<br/><hr/><br/>"I-I am sorry" she said again but drunk as she was Abigail was not able to see through Meriele clever lie, though even if the half elf didn't intent to go along with this playful trick the 'elf' did feel herself committed to and before Meriele could stop her Abigail took one end of the rope and tied it on her neck before she turned around so she could have her arms tied on her back either at the level of her ass, her waist or even at the back of her head. Turning her head to Jordan she looked at her and whispering she cried<span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 7pt;">"help me please"</span>though it seemed she was actually enjoying this.