<div style="text-align: right;">Abigail                                             (https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=1143765)</div><br/><div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/9/9d/Druid.png)</div><br/>Abigail finally began to relax a little, although a bit tipsy already she felt comfortable with Varrik, even more as she didn't feel the need to hide her true appearance. Her legs while still tightly shut were no tense anymore, instead they were crossing one over the other which made slipping open her slit skirt much easier.<br/><br/>Varrik's hand easily landed on the bare skin of Abigail's leg and she didn't say anything about it, not really paying attention to his doing, him on the other side would most probably see the magical<div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">tattoo</div><div class="spoiler_body">(http://media-cache-ec0.pinimg.com/736x/ca/7d/89/ca7d8995578612fc114980c864cb5473.jpg)</div></div>she had which had been hidden so far by the illusory disguise. "I don't have much to give you but I do thank you for being so nice with, perhaps there is something I could do for, anything really." grabbing the table with one arm as not to fall she spoke while waving her hand in the air and then place her index finger on his chest, "... and of course I would do my best to fulfill your request."