At 2016-05-31 00:33:30, Nuria (uid: 38603) rolls: 2d6a1 Result: 8 (https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=38603)<br/><hr/><br/><div class="floatright">(http://puu.sh/o69Lc.jpg)</div>"Bad choice of words, dear bard," she chuckled, gleeful that for once she had found a way to twist the blue-hair's words back on her rather than the other way around. "I've discovered it plenty times," Nuria purred as she left the table, fingertips playing along Lorelei's shoulder in passing, her sharp nails briefly felt -- the brunette was not so clumsy as to actually scrape her bard friend when she didn't mean to, but with her there was always the element of danger. "And promptly put a stop to it. Well, most of the time." She added after a moment with a note of regret in her voice. Some people were just beyond helping and whilst she loved to go as rough as one possibly could and still call it sex (at least with males), she was no rapist.<br/><br/>"So perhaps I'll reveal the truth of you after all … later," she teased further as her hand left Lorelei's shoulder and she continued towards her next intended target: Phelypsis.<br/><br/><div align="center"><strong>*****</strong></div><br/>Nuria's face scrunched into a frown when the demon's ear flicked against her face reflexively -- it was soft and fluffy, of course, but things moving unexpectedly close to the face were always a bit of an annoyance. For a moment the Godlike considered giving it a light bite by way of revenge, but ultimately decided against it. She'd already had her fun embarrassing the poor girl.<br/><br/>"Aww, don't be like that," she chuckled as she lead their spontaneous line-up towards the door, with her holding Phel and Phelypsis, in turn, holding onto Riset, the guardsman. "I was saying you're too much for any single man to handle, silly demon. That's a good thing!" (<em>Now if only Phel would let her have a front row seat as she was 'savaged' by a half-dozen -- or perhaps a dozen -- guardsmen, then it'd be a perfectly entertaining evening. Hells, she couldn't quite recall if Ayca liked women only or was amendable to both, but perhaps she could convince her to sit in as well -- right in her lap.</em>) Before her thoughts drifted too far off into highly erotic fantasies, Nuria shook her head and finally stepped through the door with her impromptu entourage. Unlike her barbarian friend, Nuria didn't pick her shell for size -- she actually picked the one that looked the oldest, the most worn.<br/><br/>Why? Simple. A worn shell was a smoother shell and that equaled smoother sliding.<br/><br/>With her shell in hand and equipped with a good-luck kiss from the prettiest barmaid in town, the flame-warrior stepped right to the starting line, a fierce grin on her face. She didn't reply to any of the Phel's taunts before the start, simply happy for the opportunity to have a sporting event, but also didn't assume a position on her shell, unlike most others.<br/><br/><strong>Only when the signal sounded did she move, leaping right into her shell -- her own weight and the pull of her movement was what empowered her start. Apparently she intended to skate rather than to use it as a sled -- a precarious proposition, but one that might give her greater mobility than the others! Yes, she might be more vulnerable if grabbed, but she would be able to evade them more easily -- and since grabbing and pulling was fine, surely ramming or straight up rolling over others along with her shell was against the rules? Ah, what fun!</strong><br/><br/>Veering past the slowest few -- the weighty draconian, the silly gnome and a moment later the foppish elf -- Nuria barked a laugh when she saw Phel tear off her own clothes with her opening stunt as she caught up with her. How silly! She had no inhibitions when it came to nudity -- there was no part of her that was shameful, no part that gazing upon was not an honor -- but to lose her shirt in such an accident was certainly grounds for laughter -- until she glanced back down and noticed a powerful cold draft right against her nipples.<br/><br/>There was a saying about glass houses and stones, wasn't there? Her leather cups had abandoned her at some point during the initial flurry of movement without her having noticed and her own breasts, firm and succulent, were bared for all to see! Biting her tongue in annoyance at the blunder -- having laughed at Phel for something that had happened to her just the same -- she made a disgruntled noise.<br/><br/>Of course, she wouldn't be Nuria if she didn't somehow make the mistake her own, so rather than cover up or try to hide her tan nipples behind mud, she tore off the rest with a loud 'whoop' and huge grin, not halting her advance in the slightest!  Her arm and shoulder leather bits sadly didn't come off without actually pulling her arms out, so they stayed on, but they were barely an afterthought when it came to nudity -- she gave her demon friend a challenging stare after tearing off her own last bits of clothes, to urge her to abandon her silly shame and concentrate on the race -- it would be a tad boring if Phel was to give up so quickly, after all!<br/>