<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>Non Lethal</strong>4 -<strong>AC</strong>23, touch 15, flat-footed 18 -<strong>Perception</strong>14 -<strong>Spells</strong>lv.1: 0/4 lv.2: 0/2<br/><strong>Curses:</strong>Improved Orgasms, Stretchy, Slut Curse, Bioluminescence (appearance 16)<br/><strong>Tagging</strong>: all<br/><strong>Conditions</strong>:  Crown of Swords uses: 6/10<br/><strong>Actions</strong>:<br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">burrowed items</div><div class="spoiler_body">Misc- Masterwork rapier, magic kukiri<br/><br/>N'dara- thieves tools, skeleton keys, pearl of power, acid, alchemist fire, tanglefoot bag, thunder stone, grappling hook</div></div><hr/><br/>Victoria watched as Trish seemed to simmer down, seemingly no longer plagued by her connection to another. She closed her eyes and gave a relieved sigh, only for them to snap open again as the drow suddenly threw herself at her, arms locking her in a tight embrace and lips trapping her in an overwhelmingly passionate kiss. For a moment the inquisitor was too stunned to react, simply left to the mercy of the cleric's lips and tongue. But as it all washed over her, Victoria slowly melted into the kiss, eventually reciprocating Trish's affection.<br/><br/>When the kiss was broken Victoria was left silent and blushing, unsure how to react to such passion. It was not the first time she had been kissed, or kissed back, but it had always been out of duty to her goddess and the laws of her church. This had been...different, and it left her heart thumping in her chest and her mind surging with thoughts and feelings she had no idea what to do with. It left her feeling confused, and vulnerable, more so than any length of captivity ever could.<br/><br/>Still she did not dislike it necessarily, and when Trish kissed her again she was left wearing a bashful, almost maidenly expression on her face, the sharpest contrast to her usual stoicism, "Ummm...yes...ofcourse..." she said, slowly rising to her feet and trying to shake herself back to their pressing reality, "alright, for now we'll have to focus on escaping. I suppose we can figure out how to help the arriving prisoners later." she said, glancing around the room and their makeshift party, "but first we should stop by storage and see if we can find some new clothes. They'll be looking for us after all, and while some of us will have difficulty blending into a crowd..." she said, looking at Trish and Periwinkle in particular, "the rest of us can still benefit from some disguises" she continued. Herself in particular would very glaringly stand out in her holy garb, but fortunately her features were plain enough that a simple change of clothing would drastically help in that regard.