(https://pm1.narvii.com/6538/7a7dc03ecda24ed976051e7a607a95c49ec57827_hq.jpg)<br/><strong>Dr. Dandelor<br/>Senval, The Perfected Body<br/>Tag: Evita, Elsbeth</strong><br/><br/>"Ohoho.. I think it intereferse with ALL casting." The doctor said, ominously. The black plated armor and equally blackish sword both felt slightly wet and sticky upon picking them up, although both of them had comparable, yet vastly different reactions.<br/><br/>Elsbeth found the sword-grip twitching then sending a set of tendrils that began slithering up her right arm, wet and rubbery in feeling they moved up along her body, the sword holding onto her as much if not more so as she was holding onto the sword, a membranous substance covering her hand. "Don't worry, this is perfectly normal, as is the next part..." The doctor mused, whilest meanwhile..<br/><br/>Evita found the insides of the armor to be sticky and almost fleshy. Putting them on was easy, infact, the chest-piece almost put itself on, attaching to her breasts with a warm, supple suction noise. The leg-part of the armor was one solid plate with.. suspicious portrutions that made her body a little tingly just looking at them. Stepping into them, or trying to half put them on had her slow down as several of those portrutions pushed against both her sex and backdoor, exciting the worm that was clearly still alive within her, ... but at this point, there was no stopping, the armor sliding upwards slowly, eating up Evita's body with a wet slurping noise. Her arms were mostly free of the armor, as was her head, though there were some spare metallic parts lying about, indicating that other models had been tried out.<br/><br/>"These little beauties were created to.. well, basically, they feed on arousal in return for providing you with battle-prowess." He informed, as tendrils crawled over and along Elsbeth's breasts, gripping and massaging them.<br/><br/>The armor and swords were heavy(Half-plate and Bastard-Sword), but due to their 'natural' attachement to their wielders, they were not as unwieldy as they should be, for the two magic users. However, the feeling of warm wetness undulating over and caressing over their skins was supremely distracting.. and it seemed these items were not done bonding with their wielders, yet. (-5 on skill-checks!)<br/>"Hrmnn.. it still takes a little while to bond..." The doctor mused, having produced a pristinely clean piece of note-paper from somewhere to take notes on.. it was hard to tell if he enjoyed the show of two pretty women before him being geared up in his tentacle gear personally, or professionally... perhaps both was the case.