(http://s9.favim.com/orig/140715/beautiful-eyes-freckles-ginger-Favim.com-1916759.jpg)<br/><strong>Tasha Ananias (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=293833.msg14416552#msg14416552)</strong><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body">HP: 29, AC: 13, CMD: 13, Active spells: N/A, Postcounter: 6<br/><strong>Active Spell Effects:</strong> Lullaby<br/><strong>Languages:</strong> Common, Draconic, Dwarfen, Elven, Infernal, Undercommon<br/></div></div><br/><strong>Location</strong>The Last Stand Inn<br/><strong>Tagging</strong>Xana<br/><br/>Tasha's laughter was particularly dirty, but not unkind. The mesmerist pirouetted gracefully, giving the unsettled bandit a good view of her nakedness. Tanned skin faded where a scattering of blemishes marked where she had been kissed by whip or crop. The space between the half-elf's shoulder blades was marred by a fine crisscross pattern of feather like lines, and, most noticable of all, a dark slave brand marred the otherwise perfect flesh of her left thigh.<br/><br/>She beckoned again, drawing the other woman closer and watching with obvious hunger as Xana began to undress. Lust painted the girl in soft pastels, stirring darker thoughts of silks and chains. It would be so easy to just take her, use her, own her. Tasha shivered, a hot tear of arousal spilling from between her thighs and painting the length of her leg with desire.<br/><br/>The mesmerist blinked in surprise, realising that she had been completely lost in the moment, but pleased to find that reality was a match for the fantasy. Tasha didn't answer immediately, instead she moved closer, letting her hips sway in the most seductive manner. She didn't stop until only the smallest distance seperated the two women, where even a breath would be enough to force their skin to meet in delicious friction.<br/><br/>"Everything is wonderful," the half-elf sighed, taking the girl's chin in one hand and lifting, until, once again she could catch and hold the bandit with her gaze. "You are definitely my type, Xana, strong, beautiful, a little flawed and completely unaware of just how desirable you are."<br/><br/>And, before the bandit could respond, Tasha closed the remaining distance, pressing her mouth to Xana's and allowing their tongues to meet and swirl.<br/>