<div class="floatright">(https://cdn.discordapp.com/attachments/689220636480110605/1018905756562636900/pally_lady_2.png)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Ionli (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=345576.msg16288973#msg16288973)<br/><strong>Race:</strong>Aasimar<br/><strong>Age:</strong>20<br/><strong>Class:</strong>Cleric<br/><strong>Status:</strong>Adventurer<br/><hr/>Ionli tried not to think about how Josephine's moan sounded when the busty blonde entered the bath, the pink of her cheeks gradually darkening to a nice shade of red as a result.  After her very recent experience with Mephis, she found herself more aware of certain things, even if they might otherwise be entirely innocent.  Josephine only made that noise because the water felt really good, after all, and not for anything naughty.<br/><br/>"Wha...?  O-oh, alright, if you wouldn't mind."  The cleric was about to object over having someone else wash her back, unable to help a soft moan herself as Josephine's hands rubbed her back, massaging the suds over her skin and causing a pleasant sensation that had her relaxing into the other woman's touch.  "Mmmm, that feels nice."  She'd be quite happy to return the favor, though apparently the topic of discussion was going to be fairly serious.  "If you don't mind having me here then I'm alright with listening."  She offered them a smile.  "We can even swap stories, but that's up to you."  Though Mephis already knew the important bits.<br/><br/>Then Mephis began her tale, and what a story it was.  Ionli was caught up in the telling, feeling disgust for the system that allowed such a nice young woman to be so badly taken advantage of, and she dearly wished she could go visit this lord that forced her to serve in such a way and teach him how much she disapproved of him.  Preferably with her sword being introduced to the inside of his butt.  When Mephis paused the aasimar was frowning deeply, disturbed that such things were allowed where the half elf came from.<br/><br/>"Well, if those nobles were too full of themselves to value you as more than their personal slave, then I'm glad you got away from them," she would huff, reminding herself to remain calm given these things were in the past and all.  "I know it's legal, but... ugh.  To think that could've been me."  She shuddered.  "Sorry, it's just so wrong that it's allowed, especially given who's invoked in the process."  She scowled as she recalled the name of the Traitor being used in the binding of new slaves.  "That they'd make a ritual using His name... it makes me sick!"  An odd golden sheen flashed across her eyes, the cleric entirely unaware of it as she glared at the far wall.