<div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Lisa</div><div class="spoiler_body">Athletics:   2<br/>Affection:   3<br/>Skill:   2<br/>Cunning:   0<br/>Luck:   4<br/>Will:   4<br/>Uniform Color:   navy<br/>Hair Color:   silver<br/>Eye Color:   blue<br/>Maid Types:   Pure, Pure<br/>Special Qualities:   Blind, Shy, Fortuneteller, Card Suit, Former Delinquent<br/>Favored Attribute:   Luck<br/>Maid Power:   Karma<br/>Maid Roots:   Hereditary Maid<br/>Maid Weapon:   Ray Gun<br/>Stress Explosion:   Violence<br/><br/>Your name is Lisa Trygve. You are 18 years old. You have blue eyes and silver hair, and wear a navy uniform. You are very pure; others describe you as maidenly, clean and fragile.<br/><br/>You were rendered blind a long time ago; like the great Zatoichi, you have learned to live without your sight. You're exceptionally shy, and have trouble opening up to new people. Within certain limits, you have the ability to predict the future using one of the countless methods of divination. Your maid outfit prominently features one of the four suits of playing cards. Although no one would know it looking at you now, you used to be a delinquent; for now, no one else in the mansion knows.<br/><br/>You were born into a family that has served the mansion for generations. In combat, you pack a working ray gun that looks like a prop out of a 50s sci-fi B movie. When you are extremely upset, you unleash violence on the other maids and the master. Due to your notable Luck, you have the ability Karma; You can use your Luck to dodge an attack, and if you roll a 10 or higher you cause twice as much Stress to the opponent.<br/></div></div><div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/e/e7/Izayoi_sakuya.jpg)</div><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 18pt;">Lisa Trygve, Pure/Pure</span></span><br/><strong>Location:</strong>The Lounge<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong>Mistress Zatanna, other maids<br/><strong>Attribute:</strong>Affection<br/><strong>Attack Power Bonus:</strong>no<br/><br/>Lisa frowned on hearing the broken glass followed by the incantation. A breeze started blowing from where the Lady was standing. A breath later, she felt as if she just gulped a cup of mustard.<br/><br/>The spicy feeling left her nose after a few moments. But the hotness seemed to have heated the rest of her body in a sexual fashion, without losing any of its intensity. She wasn't at rest: she was surprised to find herself in a highly aroused mood. Her panties were getting wetter by the second and she felt a whimsical annoyance at the bra that rubbed her stiff nipples.<br/><br/>She was again ordered to disrobe in front of other people. She dropped on her knees then complied, but the interdiction to complain prevented her from releasing her mind from her motions. A suggestion of being a pet was slowly making its way in her brain, but it wasn't sufficient to prevent her from being fully aware of every fiber of her clothes that caressed her skin, and of the embarrassing situation she was putting herself in. The realisation she was being turned on by the mist while getting naked wasn't letting her collect her thoughts either.<br/><br/>Once she got down to her underwear, she carefully freed her breasts before considering how to  take the soaked panties off her. She managed to squirm out of them without being too vocal about it by laying on her side. The excitement had her fail to drop her panties aside her clothes; when she'd be done here her whole uniform would certainly carry her intimate scent.<br/><br/>The petplay suggestion would soon take over her behavior. The clouded memory that imposed itself was the maid's introduction to the master, where she felt the housecat's tail brushing against her legs. She crawled around, brushing her side on the other maids until she found a long tail. She lightly tapped it with her nose before happily hurrying along it to meet the purring catgirl, slowing down to match her speed when she got right behind her. She felt compelled to introduce herself properly this time, and called softly "<em>Miaow</em>."<br/><br/>She took her time to breath in the powerful smell of the horny catgirl, sometimes grimacing and darting her tongue, hoping to grab a few more pheromones.