<br/><div class="floatright">(https://i.imgur.com/Kr35QbB.jpg?1)<br/>(https://i.imgur.com/H49v8zc.png)<br/></div><strong>Name: </strong>Sparrow (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=276392.msg13585650#msg13585650)<br/><strong>Tagging: </strong>Group 1<br/><strong>Wearing: </strong>slave outfit?<br/><strong>Status:</strong>HP- 20/20    Flow- 3   XP- 6/9  Effects-<br/><strong>Roll:</strong><br/><hr/><br/>The next hour or so after emerging from the dream world was a bit of a haze for Sparrow. He had nodded along as everyone spoke, but it was clear he was distracted, wrestling with the blur of lingering thoughts and memories, ones that didn't belong to him...right? They couldn't have, could they? Most of his focus was taken up going over his memories and trying to logically sort out which ones were his and which one's shouldn't have been. He was a monk...he was born in a temple in Shala-ka, raised as a monk. That had to be it right? The tan of his skin...the callouses on his knuckles. They were evidence of a life spent under a hot sun rigorously training his fists. Using that reasoning he was able to keep himself anchored, but it still didn't feel quite "right".<br/><br/>The monk would only be able to battle with his identity for so long though, for the two companions only made it about 5 steps out of the mystic's tent before the shared agony of their loins drove Lampa to drag the boy into an alleyway, with Sparrow in no state to refuse her. It was fortunate that the shady stretch of the city was so sparsely populated, for the two ended up making quite a ruckus, the walls shaking and the streets stained with arcane fueled lust. By the time they finally managed to peel themselves off of each other the tailor's custom work was finished, Carol emerging from the shop in her new outfit, a black leotard and leggings, not too dissimilar from the garments Sparrow originally wore. While it wasn't the most revealing skin-wise, it made up for it with just how tightly it clung to the woman's tall frame, outlining pretty much every part of her in vivid detail.<br/><br/>"Of course you can Lampa, I don't intend to make you go hungry" he cooed with a giggle, giving a smile and nod to the octo-waitress, "no demon fire no, but we would like something to eat" he said, putting in their orders before a squeeze on his thigh stole his attention away, "heheh...you don't have to repay me for anything Carol. I didn't save you because I wanted a reward, I did it because it was the right thing to do. Everything else..." he cooed, lacing his fingers with hers and leaning up to steal a peck on her lips, "is just<br/>a bonus" he swooned, referring her as both Lampa and Carol as a sort of compromise between her two identities, hoping she embraced her true name while also getting to keep the name she chose for herself.<br/><br/>When the waitress headed off to put in their order, and everyone else's attention was drawn towards the braggart's wild stories, the monk's eyes would shift around, his cheeks reddening, checking to make sure the coast was clear, "actually..." he cooed, placing a hand on her thigh and gently pulling it apart, smoothly dipping beneath the table, "I wanted to thank you...for trusting me back there..." he said, referring to the dream. With a playful "shhh" Sparrow would reach up and unhook Lampa's leash, looping it around his own neck in a loose knot before slipping it into her hand, "you talked about how a slave repays it's master, did you mean something like this...?" he teased, his hot breath brushing down her loins as he hooked his arms under her thighs and pulled them to wrap around his head, burying himself in her soft warmth and sweet scent. Carol would feel a moist, slender tongue lap against her, slowly tracing the outline of her labia through the stretchy material of her leotard. The young monk would keep himself in one place as he thirstily suckled at her flower, making the moth girl tug at his leash to guide him around to the spots where she wanted more attention.