<div class="floatright">(https://i.imgur.com/4CudsTT.jpg)</div><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 14pt;"><strong>Sister Victoria</strong></span>,Female Aasimar Rogue 3/Inquisitor 4 (https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=2283527)<br/><hr/><strong>HP </strong>42/42 -<strong>Non Lethal</strong>4 -<strong>AC</strong>23, touch 15, flat-footed 18 -<strong>Perception</strong>14 -<strong>Spells</strong>lv.1: 0/4 lv.2: 0/2<br/><strong>Curses:</strong>Improved Orgasms, Stretchy, Slut Curse, Bioluminescence (appearance 16)<br/><strong>Tagging</strong>: all<br/><strong>Conditions</strong>:  Crown of Swords uses: 6/10<br/><strong>Actions</strong>:<br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">burrowed items</div><div class="spoiler_body">Misc- Masterwork rapier, magic kukiri<br/><br/>N'dara- thieves tools, skeleton keys, pearl of power, acid, alchemist fire, tanglefoot bag, thunder stone, grappling hook</div></div><hr/><br/>Victoria held firm to Trish's thighs as she came, rolling her tongue in tandem with the bucks of her hips so that the drow could smoothly ride her orgasm, drawing out the pleasure until her body went limp. Pulling away from the girl's twitching quim, Victoria traced up the girl's tummy in one long lick, lapping up some of her sweat and ending with a teasing flick across her belly button, "did it work?" she asked, wiping the elven honey from her lips with the back of her hand. The taste of Trish lingered on her tongue, and probably would for quite a while. During her imprisonment Victoria had been made to subsist on a diet of nothing but water and cum, both male and female, and Trish had been by far the best meal she'd had in a long time.