<div class="floatright">(https://i.postimg.cc/Hxbs0grj/Slave-Kumina3.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Delaiah (https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=1864224)<br/><strong>Female, Alluran, Healer 9</strong><br/><strong>AC: 27 HP: 73/73</strong><br/><strong>Conditions: </strong>Endure Elements (natural), DR3/-<br/><hr/><br/>As the angel in disguise starts to rape her publicly on the bar table,<strong>Delaiah</strong>feels the burning desire mixing her own hunger.<br/>That mixture of raw heat and lust starts to make her mind scream but body accepting her treatment from the odd human.<br/><br/>The illusionary flames only add layer of modesty, but hide nothing, while<strong> Delaiah's </strong>juices gush out like an fountain... her hands lose their grip and her back is slammed at the table, as shes unable to support herself, breathing turning into moans of help, while her legs grip angels back in agonizing lust.<br/><br/>She hates the angel, but is too enraptured by the flood of emotions, as she had not sustained herself in days, that she does not even realise there is someone trying to help her.