<div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/c/c8/Phelypsis.jpg)</div>Phelypsis nodded at Riset’s explanation and murmured in agreement, “Uhhuh…” She had nothing to add except another sip from the cup to prolong the awkwardness for a few more moments. Once, Phelypsis reminisced, she had thought that she too could achieve that smooth casual relationship that Sydney and Nuria seemed to have with just about everyone by just fucking them once. Why was that not the case with Riset? The time after the turtleshell sledding had been magical. He had left her lust sated and she thought he had quenched his too, yet why? Maybe…  could she have done something wrong?<br/><br/>A friendly hail made her ears perk up. “Ayca,” Phelypsis observed, lifting her gaze up and offering a weak smile to the bartender. She took a secret glimpse of the woman’s attire when her attention was on Riset. A pretty black dress that covered much more than her own costume, yet Ayca still somehow made herself look much more seductive than herself. Although, having hers praised by the redheaded human made Phelypsis a happy. She returned the compliment, “You look like a proper witch too.”<br/><br/>Phelypsis bought the little lie without a second thought, “Oh? Okay.” She picked up her barely touched pint of bubbling drink and stood up, letting Ayca lead her away. She hadn’t even thought about escaping that situation herself. Fleeing in general was not really something Phelypsis considered too often, even if she was in a disadvantageous situation. Now that Ayca’s plot unraveled though Phelypsis realized how escaping was making her feel a bit lighter in the chest. “Ah… I-  maybe. Thank you,” she whispered back, taking one last glance at Riset.<br/><br/>“Will I need to hide now? Otherwise he will know you tricked him,” Phelypsis asked when they had put enough tables between them that background babble masked their conversation. Getting picked up from one awkward situation wasn’t really much of a help though as Phelypsis usually had tough time getting very comfortable with people other than Delvers and the staff while in the tavern.<br/><br/>She followed after Ayca, every now and then having to lift her breasts up to squeeze past people. A few times her rump bumped into someone’s back, making them splash their drinks. “Sorry…” Navigating tight huts like these was much harder when mowing down its inhabitants was out of the question. Phelypsis just needed somewhere to sit down. “Uh, sorr-” Phelypsis looked at the person at whose head her breasts had swatted. She looked strangely familiar…  “Nuria!” A friendly face was salvation from the quest for a place to settle down. “I stay here,” Phelypsis declared to Ayca, smiling as she pulled herself a chair next to the friendly neighborhood immolator. "Thanks for earlier," she added to Ayca.<br/><br/>Finally able to lay the pint somewhere Phelypsis' hands were free to adjust her winged helmet a little bit, tilting it to sit on top of her head so the visor wouldn't cover her vision and puffed out her breasts like the library lady had told her. "Hehe~ Don't I look just like a valkyrie now?" Phelypsis asked, sounding quite smug. Nuria's own outfit was quite something too, though Phelypsis figured that no matter what the fire lady wore she would always shine bright, though her flame did have a creepy flicker to it sometimes. Maybe it was her confidence in that creepy flicker that allowed her to be so unrestrained in her actions no matter where they were. Maybe if she could find some such power to draw from she too could do what she wanted during free time. Swallowing a big gulp of drink, Phelypsis interrupted her own ponderings by asking, "So what is your character? I do not know many legends from these lands."