<br/><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>AC</strong>18, touch 13, flat-footed 15 -<strong>Perception</strong>14 -<strong>Spells</strong>lv.1: 2/4 lv.2: 2/2<br/><strong>Curses:</strong>Improved Orgasms, Stretchy, Slut Curse, Bioluminescence (appearance 16)<br/><strong>Tagging</strong>: N'Trish, open<br/><strong>Conditions</strong>: disguised as guard<br/><strong>Actions</strong>: Resist Slut Curse: 14 (https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=150543)<br/>Bluff past guards: 32 (https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=150544)<br/><hr/><br/>Despite he unfamiliarity with this section of the prison, Victoria starts to feel more confident in her navigation. However when she makes her way into what she hopes is confiscation she finds herself faced with another hurdle...well, a trio of hurdles actually. Three guards, two orcs and a human. She tensed and hesitated for a moment. While she had taken out the other two orcs before, the current space was less beneficial than her cell had been. She argued what to do in her mind. If she attacked now she could probably take out at least one of the orcs before they could free their cocks and draw their weapons, and the woman would be incapacitated for at least a few moments longer. However she could possibly try to bluff her way past and not have to risk a fight in a more populated area of the prison, at least until she got her proper gear.<br/><br/>The sneaky sister didn't get a chance to make a decision, however, as the orc suddenly grunted out a command to join them. It was likely just a good natured invitation on the guard's part, but it ended up triggering one of her more sinister curses. Victoria lurched again as her belly started to flush with heat, a throbbing centering in her loins before spreading out across her body. Beneath her armor the cursed sigil emblazoned over her womb began to glow a dim pink, compelling her to obey the sexual command. Victoria was silent for a moment, an awkwardly long moment, her breathing starting to get heavy as she clenched her fists and ground her teeth, trying to resist, to refuse. She looked up at the woman she had been ordered to fuck, at her beautiful body, her bouncing breasts and deliciously suckable nipples, at her dripping wet pussy and the soft lips stretched around the orc's emerald green cock. Her mouth watered and her pussy ached, the magic tainting her body commanding her to go to her, to caress and taste her, to massage her tits and lick her holes clean.<br/><br/>Somehow she managed to fight it.<br/><br/>Victoria gave a shake of her head as she managed to push back the haze. She didn't realize until just now that she had walked further into the room, right beside the fraternizing guards, a hand already reaching out towards the woman. She stopped, giving another shake of her head, "Uh, sorry..." she said, stepping back and trying to walk around them, "gotta fetch something from storage, boss's orders. I'll be back if you're still going...uh, keep her warm for me..." she lied, trying to disguise her search as an urgent errand from one of their superiors.<br/><br/>