<br/><div class="floatright">(https://i.imgur.com/4CudsTT.jpg)</div><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 14pt;"><strong>Sister Victoria</strong></span>,Female Aasimar Rogue 3/Inquisitor 4 (https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=2283527)<br/><hr/><strong>HP </strong>42/42 -<strong>AC</strong>15, touch 15, flat-footed 10 -<strong>Perception</strong>14 -<strong>Spells</strong>lv.1: 2/4 lv.2: 2/2<br/><strong>Curses:</strong>Improved Orgasms, Stretchy, Slut Curse, Bioluminescence (appearance 16)<br/><strong>Tagging</strong>: N'Trish, Open<br/><strong>Actions</strong>:<div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Studied Target: Orc guard outside cell</div><div class="spoiler_body">+1 on bluff, perception, sense motive, survival, atk and damage rolls against target, increase DC's against target by 1.</div></div><br/>Cast Sift: make a perception check against orc guard as if she were observing him up close<br/>Study guard for any weapons, keys, or other items of interest on his person. Perception: 11 (https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=148886)<br/><hr/><br/>Victoria let out a start when the orc suddenly smacked her ass hard, sending a ripple of sharp pleasure through her still-orgasm-rocked body, and even causing a small glob of the sorcerer spunk cocktail to dribble from her pussy out onto her thighs, "Mmmnnnf..." she unconsciously moaned. She hated that she couldn't control her body's reactions at times like this, that no matter how much she despised her tormentors, the curses placed on her made her squeal and moan like a whore in paradise, as if she actually loved it.<br/><br/>The ex-inquisitor sighed as she was carelessly dumped back into her cell, the guards not taking the bait it seemed. Victoria cursed her lack of sex appeal, which was a thought she'd never thought she'd have in her life. Walking over to the back wall of the cell, Victoria let herself slump back against it and slide down to sit on the floor, letting out another tired sigh. Her body ached all over, in both pleasure and pain. She cast a glance over at her cellmate, though given her head was currently stuffed in a box she wouldn't be offering much conversation at the moment. So instead Victoria looked to her guard, her eyes narrowing as she struggled to tap into her divine power. The chaotic fog made it almost impossible to channel Iomedae's light or positive energies, but she found that if she focused hard enough she could still access some abilities that were not so closely attuned to the aligned energy the mist opposed. As she stared at the orc her vision would suddenly start to zoom in, able to see the guard's person as if she were sitting right next to him. From this safe distance she carefully looked him up and down, trying to spot anything important that might be hanging off of him, something she might be able to use. She wasn't really expecting anything in particular, but she had just made a habit of carefully observing everything that passed her cell, just on the off chance she might see an opportunity. It at least let her feel like she was actually doing something to work towards escaping.