<div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/d/d8/Dhampir_Sorceress.png)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Mephis<del>Daphoinos</del><br/><strong>Race:</strong><del>Ḩ̸̉å̴̱l̷̤͒f̷̺̎-̶̨̚E̴͖̾l̶̯̓f̷͓̒</del>Dhampir<br/><strong>Age:</strong>20<br/><strong>Class:</strong>Sorcerer<br/><strong>Status:</strong>Adventurer, Divine Mark, Harlot's Mark, Slave of Lord Victor Balebrook, Traitor to Atlantica,<em>Inspired</em><br/><hr/>Serana's reaction after hearing Mephis's confession was... not as bad as she'd feared it would be, but also not as positive as she'd dared to hope for, either. In retrospect, it probably was a bit much to ask the princess to be perfectly okay with seeing someone whom she effectively considered to be a living saint suffer an erotic punishment in front of her. The blonde had already not been all that excited about her status as a slave, and rubbing something this kinky in her face had to be considered some form of extreme sacrilege, at the very least... to say nothing of the damage that had been done to the admittedly somewhat vague relationship that had been starting to form between them.<br/><br/>This had definitely been the dhampir showing off one of the uglier sides to her corrupted nature, her own occasional tendency to get carried away and forget about how a normal person might view the situation. It was probably good to get accidents like this out of the way early, but there were definitely gentler ways that it could have happened... if only she hadn't let her own hunger and desires get the better of her. As it was, the dhampir could only let out a soft sigh once Ionli left to go after the artificer. It would be best to let the aasimar talk to her for now, give the princess some time to cool down and then try again when the slave girl herself wasn't being magically manipulated into being so incredibly horny...<br/><br/><em><strong>"Ohhh! So you are into the weird stuff!"</strong></em>Thankfully, a little after Ionli left, Crimson spoke up, the red-haired girl breaking the tension that had been building up with her rather adorable naivete.<em><strong>"I once walked into mother and this strange lady tied up. She was dripping hot wax of candle onto her! I asked if they were fighting, but she said they were playing then told me to leave..."</strong></em><br/><br/>"Mmmf, I see... That does sound like some of the games I've seen adults enjoy playing." Letting her lips curl into a smile, the dhampir reached out and lightly ruffled the redhead's short hair. "I'm not personally a fan of candle wax, but I do understand the appeal. People playing those sorts of games usually prefer a little privacy when they play, since not everybody likes to see it.<br/><br/>"Speaking of, Master... I'm sorry, but perhaps we should postpone my punishment for another time." Of course, it was up to Victor to decide if he was going to let her off the hook or not... and even if the actual stimulation ended, it was hardly the time or the place for Mephis to start getting herself off. Looking into her master's eyes, the slave girl established her mental connection with him again.<em>You guessed correctly that Miss Josephine is from Atlantica, Master. I don't know her full story or why she's traveling in the Free Nations, but I can tell from her manner that she's the daughter of a noble house, and that she was brought up to strongly revere the teachings of the Three Heroes Church, including their veneration of the Divinely Branded such as myself. I'm sorry for getting distracted and not warning you ahead of time. If I had done so, we might have been able to avoid that unfortunate confrontation.</em><br/><br/>"I will keep cleaning regardless, with Miss Muula's help, but I think that... nnnh... that the mood is all wrong for this sort of punishment, now." And, reaching out, the dhampir took hold of one of the minotauress's horns again, pulling her down onto all fours while she continued speaking. "If you would like to take our other guests to a less... messy room, I'll do my best to keep cleaning here. With any luck, no one will be able to tell that anything happened in here in the first place, by the time we're done."<br/><br/>Of course, it would require quite a few castings of Prestidigitation to make that happen... but if it had all come out of Muula in the first place, then surely she would be able to fit it all back in again, right? Or... maybe not necessarily all of it... it would be a shame not to indulge when such an abundant meal had been laid out before her, after all.