<strong>Name: Talia of Ashwood</strong><br/><strong>Class: Cleric</strong><br/><div class="floatright">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/df/c4/99/dfc49967faa0e3e8871f50354e621224.jpg)</div><br/><strong>Strength</strong>: Arms<strong>Vulnerability</strong>: Head<br/><br/><strong>Willpower</strong>: 25<strong>Defense</strong>: 8<strong>Morale</strong>: 11<br/><br/><strong>Bondage:</strong><strong>Head</strong>:<strong>Arms</strong>:<strong>Legs</strong>:<br/><br/><strong>Conditions</strong>:<br/><br/><hr/><br/>As she poked with her staff yet  another bush for hidden traps, Talia almost stumbled forward, feeling that the staff didn't meet resistance, as she expected. She frowned, trying to understand why there is no ground under the bush. But... she didn't reach any conclusions. The ground around her seemed to give away, and Talia had time only for a quick glance around to see only that it wasn't ground but a platform of vines and leaves they were standing on.<br/>Talia screamed, stumbling down on a steep slope, springy and slick, shouting curses in dwarven, language common to the visitors of the inn she grew up in. But the fall didn't last long, and with a muffled<strong>"ooof"</strong>she crumpled onto the ground, in total darkness.<br/>With a groan, Talia sat up and looked around, blinking. She didn't see anything, of course, only sound of multiple people shuffling and groaning.<br/><strong>- "I... I am fine!"</strong>she responded to a voice.<strong> "Uhh... anyone has a torch? Or can do a light cantrip?"</strong>she asked hopefully. She definitely didn't expect to explore any caves, but maybe...<br/>Her thoughts were interrupted by someone shuffling, as if crawling nearby.<br/><strong>"Who is this?"</strong>she asked, still sitting on the ground, peering into the darkness. A heartbeat later, she heard someone very close and felt hands grabbing her, sliding up her upper body. With a surprised yelp, Talia felt the hands grope her breasts through the fabric of the dress. The grip was so forceful, she almost fell on her back and had to prop herself with her hands.<strong> "Hey, what... what are you doing?! Stop it!" </strong><br/>Feeling herself blushing, as she moved slid back a little to stabilize her sitting position, the hands moved away for a moment. Talia heard a noise as if a cork was pulled out of a bottle, then the hands returned, massaging her breasts, moving lower, tracing her torso. This caused Talia blush even more, now she was almost happy that there was darkness around her.<br/><strong>"I said stop it!"</strong>she demanded, her voice betraying her, sounding less resolute that she'd like to. Having overcome her shocked stupor, she stumbled back, trying to get up and felt the hands grab her behind, squeezing it, as if... massaging it. It took her a few more moments to avoid the groping hands and finally, blushing Talia stood up and blinked in surprise. Her clothes, started glowing with a faint green-ish light, glowing brighter and brighter, especially in the places the unseen hands had touched her strongly.<br/>In the eery glow, she was able to see the outlines of people around and even recognize the features of the girl standing near her. It was that bubbly alchemist!<br/><strong>"What.... in the name of the goddess was that?!"</strong>demanded Talia indignantly.