<div class="floatright">(https://i.imgur.com/afRPyAC.jpg?1)</div><strong>Princess Harriet (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=293833.msg14440794#msg14440794)</strong><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body">HP: 35/35, AC/TAC/FFAC: 20/11/19, CMD: 22, Active spells: N/A, Postcounter: 7<br/>Languages: Common, Abyssal</div></div><br/><strong>Location</strong>Senval, to Valenlands<br/><strong>Taggging</strong>Tasha, Djanet, Maz, and Ashley<br/><br/>For all of Ashley's attempts to show independence, the dhampir's hold simply persists, and even moves to further ensnare him. One delicate hand moves down coming to grip around his manhood with a firm enough touch to undermine any argument, while the other roved upward to feel at Ashley's blossoming breasts. They didn't quite match, but that didn't make Ashley any less appetizing.<br/><br/>Once the eye thing had spoken his piece, the petite woman spoke, giving her own introduction.<strong>"Princess Harriet, a pleasure to meet you all."</strong>She looks over to observe the two women, sizing herself up compared to them. Nice enough, talented, and it seemed they could at least understand some of what the creature spoke. That last bit would likely be quite handy, but Harriet hoped that Natasha was a little more relaxed when not focused on books. Books and all the types of people that focused on them tended to be... dreadfully stubborn. 'Strength is in the mind' types, a lot of the time, and bending that to her will was sometimes more trouble than it was worth.<br/><br/>But they all had style to them. And above all, Princess Harriet could understand and appreciate style.