<div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/d/d8/Dhampir_Sorceress.png)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Mephis<del>Daphoinos</del><br/><strong>Race:</strong><del>Ḩ̸̉å̴̱l̷̤͒f̷̺̎-̶̨̚E̴͖̾l̶̯̓f̷͓̒</del>Dhampir<br/><strong>Age:</strong>20<br/><strong>Class:</strong>Sorcerer<br/><strong>Status:</strong>Adventurer, Divine Mark, Harlot's Mark, Slave of Lord Victor Balebrook, Traitor to Atlantica,<em>Inspired</em><br/><hr/>Mephis had to make a distinct effort not to laugh once Josephine wound up working it out on her own, and even though she managed to hold it in, she couldn't help the amused look that crossed her face. She actually was quite glad that the blonde had wound up figuring it out for herself; the dhampir had certainly not been looking forward to the possibility of having to give someone of Josephine's age the kind of frank talk about the realities of making children that was normally handled by one's parents, especially not since she was already planning to give that kind of talk to Thistle, sooner or later. It was just... rather amusing, to see the gears turning in real time, the pieces all steadily fitting into place within the other woman's mind.<br/><br/>"I suspect you'll want it even more, by the time we're done cleaning the tub," She said after a few seconds, once the urge to laugh had passed. "It sounds like Muula is... something of an overproducer, thanks to her corruption. And maybe Lalia is, too? Either way, this is likely to be a bit of a shocking sight."<br/><br/>Of course, before she could actually open the door, Ionli ended up catching sight of them and walked up, and Mephis turned her head to look at the aasimar, offering her a wave and a smile. The divinely-blooded priestess had decided to wash up in the privacy of the small room that she had been given, rather than deal with the mess left behind in the bathroom, it seemed; the dhampir couldn't help but curl her lips into a seductive, teasing smile as the aasimar blushed, though she decided to avoid calling any attention to their private little encounter to avoid stimulating Josephine's imagination any more than it already seemed to be.<br/><br/>"I'd like to try and see if I can unclog the tub with my magic, first," She responded to the offer to borrow the other woman's cook pot to use as an improvised wash basin. "I think it might be a bit rude to our hosts if we leave them to clean it up themselves. I'll be happy to drop by again if we wind up needing to borrow something to bathe with, though."<br/><br/>And then she threw open the door, already bracing herself for the sight that lay beyond.