<strong>DM<br/>Maldur City, Entrance<br/>Tag: Harriet, Evita(Indirectly)</strong><br/><br/>It didn't take Harriet long to find out about the Pink Dragon, but she was not exactly subtle about it. Less so, as she was distracted midway in her inquieries.<br/><br/>(https://i.pinimg.com/originals/9c/79/d7/9c79d786b84d2cba4686a0d2c0adc84f.jpg)(https://i.pinimg.com/236x/5f/fc/5d/5ffc5d9283b759f065971120ec5d27d2.jpg)(https://i.pinimg.com/originals/ed/42/10/ed42107858798332d781835697eece7f.jpg)(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/thumb/2/2a/Sorceress10.jpg/438px-Sorceress10.jpg)<br/><br/>"Don't die, don't annoy me, and you might get to meet all of them.. well,.. 'xcept Wrath I guess, Wrath's always somewhere messin' about. You'll get her approvement by default, just make sure not to agree to any 1on1's.. or do, if you like your insides on your outside." She shrugged.<br/><br/>There was Estrada, together with a trio of women. One was unmistakably Tasha, albeit with a collar and a strange expression in her eyes. The other two, Harriet didn't recognize, a dark-haired cutie in an armor slightly similiar cut to Lady Estrada's, but far more simple looking. The third was a hot red-head with a slight flush to her cheeks.<br/><br/>And then something strange happened to Harriet, at the other end of the street from Lady Sloth and her entourage. A vision. No, multiple visions, of lust and violence and sex and twisted love. Of herself kneeling before Estrada, of her making her kneel, both of them far more demonic in apperance, wicked.. yet certainly devoted. She found herself moaning loudly as she felt Estrada's claw dig into her skin, a love-making that only a true fiend could endure...<br/><br/>There was an intense, painful pressure at Harriet's lower back and, with little further warning, a slithering, wiggling feeling pushed out from her back, only for the pain to turn into a relieving, pleasurable sensation afterwards. A tail.. it occured to her, growing, luckily hidden in her armor and dress glamours for now, almost uncomfortably tightly pressed up against her ass and lower thigh, smooth and silken.. where she remembered it being wicked and barbed in her fantasy. Perhaps it'd develope further.<br/>Her glamers flickered slightly, indicating her apperance had changed as well, but without dismissing them, or a mirror, she'd not know more.<br/><br/>And, during all of these sensations, she was far too distracted to notice the two men observing her, quickly moving away through a back-street of the city...<br/><br/>(Posting Treshold reached!  Harriet levels up, heals 1 point of intelligence damage, loses her prior demonic curse trait and gains a new Passive trait: Demonic Curse, beginning stage: +2 Charisma, -2 Wisdom, You gain fire and profane energy resistance 5, but become uncomfortable close to holy objects. If you already have fire resistance or etc, this is added on.)