(http://i1122.photobucket.com/albums/l530/WyldeSK/fidelia3_zps0d9c4539.png)<br/><br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Fidelia</div><div class="spoiler_body">http://plothook.net/RPG/profiler/view.php?id=13838</div></div><br/>Fidelia was mad - fighting mad - but Yukio's escape and appearance in front of her, not to mention the fairly straightforward innuendo and partial state of undress, shook the inumimi's resolve. Yes, her panties needed rescue from the devious kitsunemimi, but eeep! he was just soooo cuuuute. All she wanted to do was get him alone, lick his face, smother him in hugs and kisses, help him out of the rest of his outfit, teach him the secrets of retracting her armor, sniff his behind, nuzzle his tail, and take him up on his offer to explore those millions of ways of entertaining themselves.<br/><br/>But it was a matter of honor. But he was just so scrumptious. Panties. Bunny. Panties. Bunny. Panties. Bunny.<br/><br/>In the end, the bunny was here, and the panties weren't. Besides, if she got away with Yukio, that was something she'd have taken from them. Which made things even. Or so she told herself.<br/><br/>Sheathing her weapon, she sighed and smiled, and said, "You win, Yukio. But we have to stage a retreat and cover for the cat over there. After all, she did come to my aid..."