<div class="floatright">(https://pbs.twimg.com/media/C9-CE08XcAAqKMd.jpg)</div><strong>Name: </strong>Chains (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=276392.msg13591820#msg13591820)<br/><strong>Tagging: </strong>Anahita, Thogstein, and Sparrow<br/><strong>Wearing: </strong>a ragged cloak that hangs from her shoulders leaving her body mostly shown, a belt of rope with a dagger, and those black black chains around wrists and cock<br/>HP: 15/15       XP: 0/7<br/><hr/>Despite being given a clean bill of health, it wouldn't be outrageous for someone to see the look on Chains's face and assume that she's no better than one of the monsters of the Anus.  The shifting of Sparrow's weight on her has her purring and cooing as well as any of them, after all, and the chains wrapping around his thighs certainly seem monstrous enough.  However, there's a clarity in her eyes that is little seen here and her voice doesn't quite drip with the lust of the others.  Indeed, she can even turn her attention properly, looking to Lampa/Carol with an interested smile.<br/><br/>"Ah, Lampa, it is a pleasure to meet you, absolutely a pleasure.  I know a thing or two of imprisonment, perhaps we can bond over it some time," she promises as nicely and softly as she can.  One of her hands strokes along Sparrow's stomach and chest before it rises onto the table.  She reaches across, one of her chains wrapped around the arm and dangling about her wrist as she holds it out to the moth woman.  "I am sorry to hear of Mei's sacrifice, but new life through a new friend is always good.  Failure to change simply chains us to the past."  Her delicate, dainty black fingers move to Lampa's hand if she gives it, the chain attempting to wrap around her wrist when she does.<br/><br/>Her hips grind as she rubs Sparrow on her lap, the fat cockhead seemingly having a mind of it's own as she continues casual conversation.  It presses against his crack, rubbing and pushing as the chains around his legs tighten.  "I find myself changed, but... So long as I handle the day, my nights are fine."  Her lips purse for a moment as she gives the lovely boy a squeeze, letting the hand not extended to Lampa rest over his smooth chest.  "But we move on, do we not?  There are still riches and fame and freedom to be found."  Her lips twitch anxiously for a moment, glancing down at the chains connecting herself and her allies.