<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/If9OkQe.png)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Kiyoni Masyura (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=298603.msg14610078#msg14610078)<br/><strong>HP:</strong>60 / 60<br/><strong>AC:</strong>23<strong>Touch:</strong>17<strong>Flat Footed:</strong>18<strong>CMD:</strong>25<br/><strong>Fort:</strong>+9<strong>Ref:</strong>+12<strong>Will:</strong>+8<br/><strong>Initiative:</strong>+8 (Current 20)<br/><strong>Perception:</strong>+11<br/><strong>Senses:</strong>Low Light Vision<br/><strong>Equipped Weapon:</strong>+1 Distance Musket<br/><strong>Grit:</strong>4 / 5<br/><strong>Ignored Misfires:</strong>1 / 5<br/><strong>Alchemical Bullets Remaining:</strong>51<br/><strong>Shape:</strong>Kiyoni Human<br/><br/><hr/><br/>Frankly, Kiyoni wasn't buying it. Of course the Future Queen of the country who lived off of slave-driven trains would defend their use, naturally. She didn't know what she had expected, but it certainly wasn't for her to change her mind; of course, it didn't occur to her to actually fuel the trains not by slave-mined coal but by<em>worker</em>mined coal. Create an industry around the mining and processing of coal, actually create<em>jobs</em>for the less well-off in society and and avoid both enslaving "prisoners" and the risk of those prisoners breaking free and causing chaos on the train. They had no way of knowing if the creatures were in pain or not, and they had no way of knowing if these prisoners really deserved it, or were simply victims of corruption or circumstance. Fire Elemental Justice was rarely measured and considered and proportionate, after all. They were a fiery, hot tempered race that jumped to action without consideration or reflection, which should automatically make their ability to make measured judgements on somebodies actual guilt rather suspect, she would have thought.<br/><br/>She opened her mouth to voice these concerns and rebuttals, when she caught sight of the already empty horn, and promptly closed her mouth. Anything she said would go in one ear and out the other, with how fuckin' sloshed she was. Any further debate would be pointless, and she was not about to change her mind. She scowled at the realisation. Slavery in any form was frankly unacceptable, and she didn't give a shit what nonsense justifications the people in power gave for keeping the downtrodden, downtrodden. If a Fire Elemental Noble was thrown in prison, would<em>he</em>get shoved in a tiny iron box? She doubted it! Frankly, slavery was just a way for the rich to stay rich and the poor to get frightened into submission. It was never the rich being enslaved by the poor, after all! Owning anybody else as property, without any way out, no pay or compensation for their work and with no legal rights whatsoever? Yeah, no. No, she was never gonna fuckin' agree with that. It would be different if the Elementals got to volunteer for the service, and in exchange they got time off of their sentence. But no. No, that wasn't what was going on, was it? They just thought that they could do what they wanted with the prisoners because they'd decided that they "didn't matter anymore," and that they were now just commodities to be bought and sold. Frankly, it sickened her.<br/><br/>But her thoughts were cut short as she felt a small, soft little hand slipping onto her bosom, giving it an almost reflexive squeeze. She very nearly gave a sharp yelp of surprise, her head snapping round...to see a fairly tipsy looking Antoine already in the middle of a scrambling apology. With how tiny he was and how liberally the wine had been dolled out, it was no surprise that he was more than a little plastered already. And, of course, he looked frankly adorable; in his rather flattering - if heavy - clothes, with that little crimson flush that indicated that he was more than a little taken with drink, and the look of raw horror on his face as he realised that he had - presumably - missed the shoulder and landed on her chest? She felt the frustration melt away a little as she remembered what she had been looking forward to about that night. She shot a glance over at Astrid - ignoring everybody else in favour of her new whore of a toy - and harrumphed inside her head a little, before turning back with a smile towards Antoine. She set her rifle aside, turning her body completely towards Antoine, canting her head to the side.<br/><br/>Her hair spilled down over her shoulder as she slipped her hood down, revealing her soft features and dark auburn-crimson hair in full.<strong>"Oh, swee'hear', don'tcha worry about any've that."</strong>She said teasingly, reaching up and gently taking his horn from him, slowly but insistently slipping his horn out of his fingers. She set it aside on the nearby table, easily within reach, but still out of his grasp.<strong>"Let's get y'r hands free...so we c'n occupy 'em with somethin' else, eh?"</strong>She reached up and took his hands gently in hers, slipping them up towards her chest. She planted his palms firmly on her firm, suspended Double-D's, encouraging him to give them a soft squeeze.<strong>"Y' like 'em? Good."</strong>She winked.<strong>"I remember bein' promised a reward, after all."</strong><br/><br/>She paused, exerting her will a little down towards her groinal area, using her Shapeshifting Abilities to give herself some extra...equipment...down there. Normally, she was quite the submissive little bitch, but tonight, with such an adorable little Femboy? She was most certainly feeling more like<em>doing</em>the wrecking than<em>getting</em>wrecked. She leaned in, her lips pressing against Antoine's delicious little ear.<strong>"D' y' think I'm pretty? Or w'd y' rather I change it up a bit? Maybe y' liked bein' manhandled by Chillytits over there. I could look like <em>her,</em> if y' wanted. Choose well...'cause it's the only decision I'm lettin' y' have tonight, honey."</strong>He was drunk, and honestly, Kiyoni was more than a little tipsy herself...and she was horny as hell and needed the distraction. Fuck it, she'd fuck him right there and then in front of everybody, she didn't care. She just needed to ravage him, good and fuckin' hard. She didn't care what she looked like when she did it!