<div class="floatleft">(https://dl.dropboxusercontent.com/u/30738236/Arpee/Magical%20Girls%20Represent/3133da2138894573c910a04a02f37453.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Sierra Fontaine (http://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=233602)<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Sierra's apartment<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>No one yet<br/><strong>Combat Stats:</strong><strong>HP</strong>26/26,<strong>AC</strong>18,<strong>Touch</strong>13,<strong>Flat-footed</strong>15,<strong>CMD</strong>14<br/><strong>Extracts:</strong>4/4 (not yet mixed - inert)<br/><strong>Bombs:</strong>7/7<br/><br/><hr/><br/>Sierra, still in her apartment, stood before the small alchemical lab provided for her by the graces of Shinaru with a row of eleven empty vials awaiting even the smallest speck of the primary reagent which would allow the bespectacled girl to process them into bombs and extracts to use when combating the forces of the Witches, as the fairy has telepathically summoned the rest of the group to do not too long ago. Before she could join them though the task of preparing these vials had to come first, else she would be nearly useless to her friends... though it wasn't at all easy to do this morning. Apart from her glasses and her socks she wore nothing, her breathing was quick and heavy as she vigorously pumped at her member with one hand, the other pressed against the nearby wall for balance as she aimed for the vials, her arm growing slightly numb from the amount of time she had already been doing this for with no success, her meat still refusing to fully harden or unleash its load.<br/><br/>She sighed as she finally gave up, plopping her butt down on the floor as beads of sweat ran down her, causing her body to feel cool in the open air. Curtains fluttered as a breeze from the window, only opened a crack for some circulation. There was only one real option left, one that she abhorred having take as she felt it went against any feelings of privacy that the others may have, considering she enjoyed being quite a private person. Wandering to her bedside she retrieved a tablet computer, nothing expensive, but a cheap off-brand 7" that still did the job she required.<br/>Sierra's heart raced as she opened the gallery app. She had no idea where the image came from, if she had taken it and had no memory of it or if someone had sent it to her in a long forgotten email or link over a chat program but...<strong>THAT PICTURE</strong>(https://dl.dropboxusercontent.com/u/30738236/Arpee/Magical%20Girls%20Represent/sample_c2d8d9fceeb9feab30ca19a2d8158df9.jpg) (nsfw link). It drove her wild, her cock hardening even before it had finished loading on the screen, even without touching herself she could practically feel her hips buck and her legs turn to jelly as she rushed back to her lab, barely aiming in time to get her spunk into a waiting beaker and not simply being wasted, splattered on her bedsheets or the floor of the room as had happened so often before.<br/><br/>She panted, her cock twitched unleashing another sticky mess.<br/>"Ma cherie," she whispered to herself with a silly grin on her face before measuring out eleven equal amounts of the semi-precious fluid that powered her creations. She would never confess her feelings to the Amazon, best to not let on and allow her fantasies to act as fuel to better allow her to do her job. And best not to think too hard on it, you'd never know who would be listening in.<br/><br/>She quickly got dressed, ruffled clothes from the previous day retrieved from the laundry basket would be good enough, and set out the door, looking to quickly join the rest of the group in their hunt.<br/><br/><hr/><br/><div class="floatleft">(https://dl.dropboxusercontent.com/u/30738236/Arpee/Magical%20Girls%20Represent/7977eb29070064739248c3f6ccc1cc05.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Sierra Fontaine (http://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=233602)<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Dungeon<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>All<br/><strong>Combat Stats:</strong><strong>HP</strong>26/26,<strong>AC</strong>18,<strong>Touch</strong>13,<strong>Flat-footed</strong>15,<strong>CMD</strong>14<br/><strong>Extracts:</strong>4/4 (not yet mixed - inert)<br/><strong>Bombs:</strong>7/7<br/><br/><hr/><br/>After all, why bother putting on fresh clothes when she would be changing into her battle attire when she got to the dungeon anyway? Still, she had all eleven vials tucked safely away in her bandoleer, seven for bombs and four for magical concoctions.<br/>"Sorry I'm late there was some trouble getting my reagents mixed up and... who's this, a new friend?" She asked, indicating the green-skin not too far away from her.